Lyrics:

This ain't Sinatra, This ain't the Carter
I am the chaperone nigga who brought ya
I am the author, this is holy water
from the Holy father, the rock of gibraltar, step up to the altar
step up to the slaughter
get circumsized, son, and turn into a daughter
niggas know they ought to
drink the fucking Kool-Aid
Industry laid out
authorities they too late
nancy's past the due date
and niggas they do hate
you are bobby bouchet