LYRICS

I'll be back in about two seconds flat
Or I can just bring it right now to your flattened
House, i buried under your indian burial ground and found bones of whackness your exoskeleton was built upon
Ho(w), bunning on the peace pipe
Inhale in hell exhale heaven's death
Impale with well executed meditative right steps
Never half, breath of the wild one
hunger for the hunters in the jungle welcome you are not
Axe your rose and slash your gun in half
And smash those who test until the appetite is calm
Turn stoned to medusa flows, stealth mode like who would know? Booky bro
Yeah I'm nice with it small fry get large or hit the side
effects of my mind power may over do it and devour a coward without knowing I'm going to court for catching a body abroad tripping beach balls in an inebriated state astoundingly still standing, just got out and I'm still bragging
Of course this was an asylum where I was silencing myself sipping gin sin-cerely while sitting on a shelf
Pack of zig-zags and a light zig-zagging through life
Wrap us in a riz ar' kid when i die
Stick with this like L plates before you drive, fly
don't let me catch you at my base again honest
This booth is my cockpit burning holes in logic
Be cautious of the G's force and sorcerous tonics
Wanna mix with this shit you gotta bring more than coal to the cauldron
I got the head of voltron and a rat's leg that is slightly molded, wack rapper whiskers and gold troll teeth
These ingredients are immediate caution for mortals of weak
It's peak init?
A hip-hop geek init?
Speak init! I know what you guys are like
"Yo back in 2005 I was selling the lemon representing and flipping"
When actual fact these (n****s) were (snitching) shhhh
...sound of silence Simon don't sing (shit) to pigs


As i'm walking to my favourite tree, as i tripped and fell to my benefit.
Hit and miss, most of the time, most of the time.

If you're listening please bare with me, I just gotta get this shit from the cherry tree so I can pop it on a cake, come running with your plate, knife and fork and then dare complain where your slice is
Your life is where the mic is when i drop shit in cyphers and decipher a messiah into slices
With a distorted train of thought I just see it, say it, sort it, then deport it when it's recorded over a border with brother Jonjo in a poncho in Mexico with half a tank from texaco
2 packs of Malboroughs wearing slim framed shades
Wrapping up the cheese in a blue jay way
Bingo, with more stripes and stars than Ringo
Swing low, this target shouldn't be hard to hit yo,
But just be aware and prepared for weird lingo
take you on a vacation made by Satan's recommendation
I just told him I've been here before but I had better decorations
Triple six stars you can't really argue with that
It only cost an arm, and a leg, and a soul to detach
sacré bleu excuse my french and as you were, but suffering succotash this sacrilegious religion has taken a turn
So I got hammered with Jesus off a barrel of lagunitas and taught him telekinesis for when he comes back to delete us
Damn Damien, back at it with the white man who might hang me if i wasn't 50/50 or thinks It's a light tan
Still roll with the whitest boys on the beach though bro
We're just one big fat family on blackened street codes
ya know?