"Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a City called Dead Air

In terror Fairfield born and raised
On the No Mercy was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all Grabin some pills outside of the hospitial
When a couple of tanks who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and Bill got scared
He said, "You're movin' with Zoey and Francis in Dead Air"

I begged and pleaded with him day after day
But he packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
He gave me a Rifle and then he gave me my moli
I put my Health Kit on and said
"Oh ♥♥♥♥ there COMING"

First class, yo, this is bad
Grabbing Pills out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Dead Air living like?
Hmm, this might be alright

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this Boomer cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Dead Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop
Standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get killed yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Pi11z h3r3" and it had pipe in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it"
– "Yo, home to Dead Air"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie
"Yo home Pills Here"
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Dead Air
"