(The Boys never die, we're forever man)

Death is calling me, ignore him
Let it go to voice mail cause I'm immortal
I'm in freefall smoking weed
That's the Boys' way
Trojan horse full of ketamine
Looking like ghostface
Hogan on my gold chain
Hulk Hogan on my gold chain
+2 gray dragon scale mail, Gucci boots
When I play Madden '98
Shareware via snail mail

I remember back in the day
When the world was smaller
Or, so they say,
Under the influence of being ignorant
Too many baths makes you impotent
Culture for me made me a basic bitch,
Basically bored I guess
Get rich or die fast and furious
Your whole lifes a void in a village
Desktop PC in the the living room
Family watching tv and I’m in the chat room
Seein rotten stuff while downloading tunes
I do online quizzes to find out my IQ
Old man saying to himself remember when
Livin cliché like them rose tinted spex
Miss them days when it was the wild wild west
Give anyone a slap like you goin Will Smith

Who the fuck are you? I could care less
I'm the sound of silence, a whisper, careless
I'm timeless, spaceless, Lucy Lawless, pure awareness
I'm the universe made flesh
I'm a higher being manifest in a hot Boy body
Smoking weed like Gandhi
Legs in lotus under bodhi tree, satori
I am godly, nothing more nothing less
Probably, I guess
I'm a reflection of the moon
I glisten in a Mountain Dew drop, I am pure love
Listen when I make it clap with one hand

Caught me speeding down memory lane
Caught me sipping on the wrong holy grail
Caught me spitting when I talk, pissing where I walk
Catch me if you can like you Tom Hanks, son
You be talkin dumb like you Tom Hanks’ son
Critic of nostalgia cus I don’t remember
People sayin ‘Hey Boy’ but I don’t know where I met ya
Ears always burning cus someone always yapping
Mic always burning cus The Boys always rapping
Green always burning cus I dont leave the house without it
Wheels always turning like Tina Turners shouting

Look forever young cus my face emotionless
Can’t fake enthusiasm like Ricky copying David
We Boys like Michelangelo
Spinning nunchucks, uppercut
Brains on the ceiling like the Sistine, bud
Boys blowing your mind, you going Dwyer in the club
Takin shots to the head, playing with oblivion
Just wait til we’re uploaded into a big robot brain
And the moon's a giant gun