Well we're standin' in the kitchen. And we're cookin' us some chicken. And the house is burnin' down. And we don't really care. See the children of the dealers. They're all kissin' their dead daddies. And their eyes are seein' backwards. They can't hear but they can sigh. Exploding butterflies hit and run. E*** K****** jumped the gun. . Well as far as I'm concerned. They all do it 'cause they wanna. So don't come around my backyard. Smokin' marijuana.