Disabled old man, 90s street kid, Anti-Fascist ---- Map of the dungeon; Pack drugs, I'm a rat to a button; Ask any kind of bad you could summon; I run through Brads like paper bag puppets; Bub; My dice got so many sides In no time, you could throw 'em 'til you owe me your life; Throw forever, never once see the same roll twice; It's no joke, I don't know the snake oil price; I'm a strange force hailing from the holy unknown I tell a Category 5 it need to go to it's room