The ***** Is Back

I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fevers gonna catch you when the ***** gets back
Eat meat on Friday thats alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can ***** the best at your social dos
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
Im a *****, Im a *****
Oh the ***** is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can *****, I can *****
`Cause Im better than you
Its the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I dont like those, my God, whats that
Oh its full of nasty habits when the ***** gets back