It's all that bad magic baby.

Dollar bills for the cheap thrill.
Who tough enough to quell the sequel?
Yeah, now be still, yo.
I distill the peace
and melt the sheets of ice to entice the beast.
I like the grease
dripping down the side of my pride.
I see my demise in your eyes and the guise you prescribe.

Yeah, I'm fine to abide by them.
We won't even be alive by then.
Take a hit of this and dive right in
to the insidious lies I spin.
Rise up, never writhe, I sin.
Got solar beams that'll fry thy skin.
Peel it back to the flesh and bone
and my aggressive tone.
They wonder why I win.

Yo.

It's all that bad magic baby.
No one said you had to save me.