Eustace

Eustace is another muthafucka off the butane

Tryna live a life so illustrious

Met a figure in the darkness traded

Soul for gold

Sold his soul

Useless at the guitar couldn't play he always broke strings

Music's not his thing

Though he wanted

All the riches, fame, and glory

Now he's got it

Shit

Without a sense of what he's in for

His name has gained so much acclaim

But the price is steep

Ruthless and desired by the masses all will listen

To every single note that he's shredding

On a six string with a band yeah they been

On the road to

Tour the world

Groupies are the spoil for the toil with the devil

As he lives the life that he yearned for

Endless parties, drugs, and liquor

But he wants more

Without a sense of what he's in for

His name has gained so much acclaim

But the price is steep

Fucked up, as he's gotta pay the bill you know he's next up

On the chopping block, so he used up

All the riches, fame, and glory

Now his time spent

He meets his end

Eustace was another muthafucka off a death wish

Of his own demise, so you better

Heed my warning, learn the lesson

Never sell your soul

Without a sense of what he's in for

His name has gained so much acclaim

But the price is steep