 Mood swings, I'm as radical as anarchists come I get drunk and think I'm Jackie Chan in Cannonball Run I got a hatchet used for hacking till the massacre's done I got a blaster, I ever pass a planet and it keeps falling It's altruism, partying in the third world, no cost of living And what I ride has the shelf life of Trosser Rittens Canterbury Tales, Kalimba Rhymes, canonize me I notice the poachers holding loaded cannons With their eyes on me, sizing me up Protect the neck and the nuts From the Savannah to the Copacabana, we're blowing up