Baker's part:
Glory days oh now i'm approaching for this play i'm with of ocean and my memories are smoking come to realize i'm the chosen then awoking from my slumber in the south you feel my thunder as the presence with a horns up on is everything is hunger, no wonder they fear of me, the tactics of the desperately i wash up motherfucker buck'em didn't then i quickly flip, deep in the woods where i return right after every soul i burn a lunatik can nevеr learn you can not trick this evil worm that fits inside, in thе mind glorious get down where you hide, close your scare but do not cry see the coward in your eyes, hold your tongue and just stay quite, there's no reason for your fight, you take a loss and 'bout to thee now by your maker be in life