Goat head Fred (2009, the state of the state was...not good)

So Bad

So it’s six o’clock

And I’m takin’ a shot

Some tequila or whatever you got

2 hits of weed and

That’s all I need

To get all funky and become what I’m not

‘ts no sin

To be wasted again

When what goes on inside me could waste me alone

I got stress

Can you guess

What this dirty old bastard is sufferin’ from?

Goat head Fred

Wishes he was dead

‘stead of eatin’ Kellog’s cornflakes again

His head’s a mess

He’s wearing a dress

Passed out on the floor with something leaking from his brain

…and he does it again.

Don’t do me any favors

Unless it’s choc-o-lot

Don’t expose me to the neighbors

Cause I likes my pot, …I likes my pot

Journal entry for Feb 24, 2009 (the State of the State rap)

The state of the state is a total wreck
I'm so confused, it's even worse than you'd suspect
To keep throwing parties I need a stimulus check

When I get --raw-- I start wars
It's on son, don't ever forget
When I'm on one, bodies hit the floor

I smoke so much weed my teeth turned green
It's no joke, I got a deadly disease
Called "fuck you, I'm gonna do as I please"

Senseless to try to stop it
Even worse to deny or interrupt it
I'm more corrupted than seven politicians all named Bush
And every one of them the devil's puppet

You got some beef...
I got more chicken and pork than most folks stomachs could put up with
Plus I got the knives, the wine, the forks and a big fat smile to serve them up with