they're calling and you can't ignore it (@minimansonstar )

Chicago cold. The street lights bleed.

My brother locked the door. I had

nowhere to sleep.

17 years I walked the fault line. Nobody

called, nobody came. That was just fine.

I got my face paint and I got my guitar.

I got a question mark cat and a bright

red scar. They say I'm a law cow

laughing at my name, but baby law cows

don't sell merch. That's the game. King

Simmons said, "Comm in the room." But we

said, "Be the costume." So I put on the

face

and I walked right through

from lock cow to cash cow. That's my

come up story now. Took the mud they

threw at me.

turned it into currency.

From the gutter to the stage,

every scar becomes a page. Call it what

you want to call it.

L cow to cash cow.

They spliced my video. They overlaid the

sound. Made me look like a deviant.

Tried to run me down. the deep fakes and

the trolls and then nobody said, "Oh

yeah, you're so awesome." Many none of

them bled. I got I got a bladder fetish.

No, I got a spine. I got a 666 club

going to live past my time. The question

mark cat saw the future in her tail.

Ripley, believe it or not, I'm too weird

to fail. Don't mistake the chaos for

weakness, dear. I've been colder than

this. diving further from here. So I put

on the face

and I walked right through

from cow to cash cow. That's my come up

story now. took the more they threw at

me. Turn turned it into currency.

From the gutter to the stage at every

scar becomes a page. Call it what you

want to call it.

All cowed cash.

>> You want to know a secret?

Don't say this out loud,

but I own you.

You only get the respect you demand.

So I

demanded everything.

Don't

with entertainers.

They'll kill you.

From lo

to cash cow that's my come up story now

Chicago made me nothing

and nothing made me loud

from the girl to the stage every scar

becomes a page call it what you want to

call

I'm the cash count.