I had to let go of the python   Because I’m heading off to war   So now I need to find the kind kind of mammal   Who knows what a killer’s for   What’s a killer for?   Five days a week I get nervous   The other two days I get scared   But I’m ready to fight the fucking fight of my life   With the microphone, the kick, and the snare.      Like this, like that   So don’t miss or you’ll be laid out flat      When I come back sixteen months later   Will the mice still be cleaning the cage?   Or will they be lumps in the gut of the snake   Who kills without hatred or rage?   So don’t you think twice or you’ll miss it   Your two minute break’s almost done   So now it’s back to grind   Recoil, rewind   And strike at the bastards who won      Like this, like that   So don’t miss or you’ll be laid out flat