Saliva Click Click Boom

On those Saturdays, when kids go out and play, yo I was VP in my room I let the stereo blaze, wasnt faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination. All this, I seek, I find I push the envelope to the line, make it, break it, take it, until Im overrated.
Click, Click Boom. Im coming down on the stereo, hear me on the radio, click, click boom. Im coming down with the new style and you know its buck wild. Click, Click Boom Im on the radio station touring round the nation, leaving the scene in devastation.
I can see it in my mind, I can see it in their eyes. Its close enough to touch it now, but far away enough to die. Click, Click Boom. What the hell is wrong with me? My mom and dad werent perfect, but still you dont hear no cryin ass bitchin from me, like there seems to be on everybodys CD so just sit back and relax and let me have your head for a minute, I can show you something in it, that has yet to be presented, oh yeah!