They can't play the way that we play
The game we flame for them is too insane
We came to stake our claim in Mike's name
Ain't no shame in my game quite simple and plain
and easy to explain....

After the laughter comes the rain...and then the pain...
Too overwhelming to explain...
But nonetheless we'll kill it...and resurrect his spirit
every time that we hear it...
cuz isn't that why we truly did it?

Coulda wrote 10 albums already...but I didn't...
Cuz ExBoyfriend was my Moby Dick...my prison...
My desire to reconnect with the Doc and his Wisdom
and me, his Emilio E...chasing his Ghost like Demi...
Trying to stay off the coke and quit drinking the Henny...
Cuz it never helps any way that you flip it!
And Mike's music was Meth so it had me addicted...
So high and oh so lifted and
making shit that's holy writ
or as close to it as we could push it...
So even people who hate rap would say 'that's good shit!'
Bash Brothers, back hunkered in our bunker
bout to blow out your back...ExFiles...
you're overwhelmed by our Sex Styles...
It gets wild in the mean streets of Redondo...
Where the dimes are so above 9 and on point like Rondo
and my bomb blows off the upper terrace patio...
with Mike's voice in my earlobes...
flowing deep and low like...

Goodbye My Love...thanks for the memories...
Goodbye Michael...you've been a good friend to me...
The Best Styles...Mutherfucking Midwest Styles....
Some Absofrickinlutely Pass The Test Styles...
Goodbye My Love...thanks for the memories...
Goodbye Michael...you've been a best friend to me...
Some Sweat Styles, Sex Styles, Wet Styles...
Some 'Shut The Fuck Up and Listen to The Ex Files!!!'

Gently...with a chainsaw...
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO THE EX FILES!!!

Defeat The Rocker and The Good Doctor?
You must be tripping off some brown microdots or
misinformed...you will never conquer
what we've got in spades...Soul and Spirit HARDCORE...
Not even Punk....just call us The Litmus...
The Upside Down Standard 24 Hour Fitness...
with the remedies...writing audio prescriptions...
and raping the same breaks as Doom and Pulp Fiction...
You'll never stop us! All you can do is hope to contain us!
Throw us in a padded room
and sneak meds in our Grape Nuts...Electro Shock?
Hey...ever go ape much?
Guess that's why when we got dumped
we didn't date much
and why we got wasted and didn't act our age much...

And of course the snakes on the plane...how they hate us
Want to castrate or straight eliminate us...
But our joints are eternal...so they'll never fade us...
and when they see the light Dr. Mike will
gently educate us on some...

Goodbye My Love...thanks for the memories...
Goodbye Michael...you've been a good friend to me...
The Best Styles, Mutherfucking Midwest Styles,
Some Absofrickinlutely Pass The Test Styles...
Goodbye My Love...thanks for the memories...
Goodbye Michael...you've been a best friend to me...
Some Sweat Styles, Sex Styles, Wet Styles...
Some 'Shut The Fuck Up and Listen To The Ex Files!!!'

Gently...with a restraining order....
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO THE EX FILES!!!

Saying goodbye to a legend is delicate
because it should be sincere and relevant
With that in mind...Mike you were so goshdang excellent!
And you always will be since our God is Infinite Good
and that's who you were...through and through...
So many people miss you...we will forever Love you...
and let these songs we wrote live on in your honor...
May God bless your Soul and you continue to prosper...