You Gotta Be Kidding Me

Attack of successions, stuff like that's what you're living for

You aim, shot and miss and then you listen not at all of course

You're smoked lika a brisket and you wish me nothing but the worst

So calculated, insidious but you aint the first, no, no

Ah ah, look over you shoulder

Ah ah, you better watch out

You gotta be kidding me, hitting me with, eating me like a cannibal

So why do you trip on me, sit on me, treat me like an animal

Stop, look what you've done, can't you see what's going on

Stop, just stop for a while, listen to the sound of joy

You gotta be kidding me, hitting me with, eating me like a cannibal