The ***** Is Back

I was justified when I was five

Raising cane, I spit in your eye

Times are changing, now the poor get fat

But the fever's gonna catch you when the ***** gets back

Eat meat on Friday that's alright

Even like steak on a Saturday night

I can ***** the best at your social do's

I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue

I'm a *****, I'm a *****

Oh the ***** is back

Stone cold sober as a matter of fact

I can *****, I can *****

`Cause I'm better than you

It's the way that I move

The things that I do

I entertain by picking brains

Sell my soul by dropping names

I don't like those, my God, what's that

Oh it's full of nasty habits when the ***** gets back