When I Get Back (with Jokuah) Lyrics

Something must've happened in the time I was away
There's people everywhere, but it's another rainy day
Something's going on, an unwelcome kind of change
And nobody wants to come out and play, yeah

They out for themselves, and they pay us no mind
Keep steppin' in the grass, and them fuckers ain't kind
Cause something must've happened in the time I was away
This planet called earth, it's population ain't the same

And when I get back I'm gonna put it all up front
On a first class journey to the center of the sun
Gonna send out a message to this motherfucking race
That charlie and the jokuah, gonna put 'em in their place

Yeah, it happened so fast, and I think I lost my grip
But it's all coming back, so you'd better not slip
Or your face might become acquainted with my fist
And it's no holds barred, even with the kids

Cause they out for themselves, and they pay us no mind
Keep steppin' in the grass, and them fuckers ain't kind
Cause something must've happened in the time I was away
This planet called earth, it's population ain't the same

And when I get back I'm gonna put it all up front
On a first class journey to the center of the sun
Gonna send out a message to this motherfucking race
That charlie and the jokuah, gonna put 'em in their place

And when I get back, you boys had better run
Lock up your daughters, and load up your guns
Cause you're all gonna need whatever you can find
And even that won't work, cause you're all runnin' blind
Yeah, you's all walking in to a suicide rap
Cause wherever you go, there's gonna be a death trap
Waiting around the corner to put you in your place
With a knife in your gut, and a bullet in your face

And when I get back I'm gonna put it all up front
On a first class journey to the center of the sun
Gonna send out a message to this motherfucking race
That charlie and the jokuah, gonna put 'em in their place

I said when I get back I'm gonna put it all up front
And let you know first hand what this place has become
We gonna send out a message to this motherfucking race
That charlie and the jokuah, gonna kick 'em in the face
And mail whatever's left to the center of the sun
And let you know first hand what this place has become
We gonna send out a message to this motherfucking race
That goes from raw and uneasy, to medium rare, and overdone