[Chorus]
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’

[Verse]
Let’s travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
What could you say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way, world’s outasight
Far as the eye can see, not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As you stare in the darkness, your knowledge is took!
So keep starin’ soon you suddenly see a star
You better follow it, cause it’s the R
I never boned a honey that I didn’t like
I never saw a mile that I couldn’t hike
I never had a spliff to make me choke
I never had a pocket that was broke
Some people learn from mistakes and don’t repeat them
Others try to block the memories and just delete them
But I keep ‘em as a reminder they’re not killing me
And I thank God for teaching me humility
Son, remember when you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you like em to be
Cause even when the world is falling on top of me
Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what’s wrong doesn’t imply that you right
And it’s another when you suffer to apply it in life
But I’m no rookie…
And I’m never gonna make the same mistake twice, pussy
Piece of what?
You can’t mean P-E-A-C-E
Cause I’ve seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say ‘peace.’
But that’s leaving people in pieces
It’s not what the meaning of peace is
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit’s so good…fat boy’ll levitate
God’s gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate?
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I overmedicate
I tell her, “Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break!”
She said, “Don’t curse your mama, goddammit,” and threw a dinner plate
[Chorus]
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin
‘Mommy, Fungus is comin to get me!’