The employee of the yearnYeah, I'm back to worknLet that label sell old Cage songsnand Weathermen shirtsnThey threw a whack titlenOn that Weathermen songnWhich was another remixnWhere you synced my shit up all wrongnSeemed a bit maliciousnLike you tried to fuck with the missionnBut upon departure y'all checked nothingnJust carried on my visionnWrote till by fingers blednGot no respect or lovenSo now y'all can pay me backnBy writing out my check in bloodnDon't pay me no mind if my records are wrecklessnThis time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kidsnYou saw the bottle splashnNext see the text square walknIn the studio, chained to the boardnWith a mini-cassette playernThe H in Mother Nature's arm through intravenousnTrips in seasonsnBut Weathermen's still who the team isnWanna see weathertron assemble like republicans?nBut when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of itnnAnd I got more days than left on this earth investedn'Cause this piece of me needsnI broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfastn'Cause this piece of me feedsnSuffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restlessn'Cause this piece of me lovesnDon't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwishn'Cause this piece of me isnnGoing to church I didn't feel rightnChristian doesn't kneel rightnTried to kill myself in musicnBecause I tried to do it in real lifenBorn with my circuitry and my programmer's hands firstnActing anarchy, a freshmennNot blending in with Hammer pantsnSophomore graduated with unspeakable actsnYou had the balls to rip me offnHave 'em when I sneak up with YaknI gave you eons to pay me my money backnStalling like it ain'tnMy how the mighty have fallennI stab my mom and pop label common stopnY'all still owe me doughnTime to go back to mom and popnCom on, stop, its sillynHow did you reallynThink you had homefield advantage nIn New York, reppin' Philly?nnAnd I got more days than left on this earth investedn'Cause this piece of me needsnI broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfastn'Cause this piece of me feedsnSuffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restlessn'Cause this piece of me lovesnDon't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwishn'Cause this piece of me isnnKnuckles bloody, no sleepnSeen three days tankednWay to break jawsnMy sister filled with teenage angstnAnd the only therapy is what's read on papernFunny, how the same applies to seeing blood on moneynSplash you in the face with liquid nitrogennSee if it freeze then smash younBrain cats, doggy, I'm VietnamesenNot sure what heaven isnBut I know hell is herenUsed to stuff trees into bottles like BelvederenJust to see clearer, cracked my rear view mirrornNow the schizophrenics in it are closer than they appearnI'm light years beyond my apocalyptic daydreamnTo ridin' around with guns in a van with my A-teamnThe fire in the sky that rises to sink nightnJust another morningnI wake up too left to think rightnThe much better looking white Al RokernAfter gastric bypassnBrings the weathernIt's overnnAnd I got more days than left on this earth investedn'Cause this piece of me needsnI broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfastn'Cause this piece of me feedsnSuffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restlessn'Cause this piece of me lovesnDon't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwishn'Cause this piece of me is