Infantile Cribs

He became like Nat Turner with a burner
With his guns blazing he slaughtered them
Forcing Anna Mae to eat cake like Ike Turner
Because he got tired of people screwing him

They must sink or swim without his life preservers
Safety nets of them acrobats have been removed
They proved they were unappreciative deserters
So now them Stella's must find their own grooves

He was cool as long as he played the role of the fool
Then he flipped the script and began to ad lib
Now they can't handle the candle lit by this new dude
So he's laying them to rest in their infantile cribs