For Chan - Tim Heidecker

Up to satellites, down to wires going at the speed of light

In the darkness I type quickly and send messages like missiles

And they land without mercy because I know I’m right

With a glossary of buzzwords, I use them indiscreetly

Attach images to represent me, I choose cartoons and not my face

I’m the judge, I’m the jury, I command the conversation

For the betterment of our nation and the empowerment of our race

And if they made a movie of me

They’d have to cast the fattest actor

With glycerine they’d splatter on my face

To grease me down, to grease me down, to grease me down

But sometimes I’m only kidding

And sometimes I get so mad

Sometimes I think I’ve made a big mistake

Committing to this life online

But I got this little family of like minded brothers

And we huddle undercover where being a jerk’s just fine

I can’t get away with murder

But I can ruin somebody’s weekend

Take down their websites and call 'em all kinds of names

But I’m having trouble sleeping

I don’t know where this is headed

But maybe it is just a phase I’ll grow out of someday

And if they made a movie of me

They’d have to cast the fattest actor

With glycerine they’d splatter on my face

To grease me down, to grease me down

To grease me down, to grease me down

To grease me down