Welcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint Your room’s outside. Play in the dirt Roll in the mud. No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut Welcome to the farm tonight I run the joint, here’s your new life Eat the worm, swallow the flies No shirt, no shoes, just appetites Amputee, I’m black market Jesus And I got the blood you need But I need a promise to secrecy or you get nothing from me You want Type A? I got it You need Type B? I got it Open your veins I got it Dine with me, I’m your dot com savior Doctors playing God But I play the game The wild wild west of saving lives Paid for everything. Doctors playing God I play the game. Transfusion made a king out of me Welcome to the farm tonight Let’s make a deal, friend
