I've canvassed
This doom and gloom
I call the living room of
My double-wide
My live-in ride
More like a mobile tomb, uh
Locate me there
Lazy boy chair
Feeling grotesquely good
Exert my right
To be the king of white trash
The upper lower class
Less in excess is what amounts
To where I come from and I'm bound
To see my hole being the best I deserve
Is what I have learned
But I wanna see my
Hole being as more than the sum
Of where I come from
I don't want my hole being
My hole being
Condemnation
Salvation rests
Behind bullet proof vests
I've lamented
My element
Enough to live in it
Don't mean to brag
But I feel like
The Prince of white trash
The lower middle class
Less than existential amounts
Of reason and doubt hold accountable
The hole being whence my thoughts come out
Sharp and futile
Let me see your hole being
Frothing at the mouth
Ravenous and loud
Shouting from your hole being
Your hole being, yeah
Bless the existence of a mouth
Whence the confusion can come out and make a
Home within the holes of your head
Better not play dead
Gotta look alive and try not to dumb it down
Let it all come right out of your
Hole being
Your hole being