Bad bank, smoking dank, True song i used live in Babylon, i was i Munster yearly droping outta school flunker, style monster, tiled masta disaster with a spary paint blaster march of imperial disaster, with empirical quantized flows, for those who don’t know it means whole, as in one becomes two is magic number, the two keep the birds and the bees, baby please don’t flee just come to me on the summer eve when we first met, if i haven’t made it to you yet, you know where i be where the glass meets honey!
Baby you gotta understand I’m a drug war vet with PTS all the way to the D and i don’t care about much fan fare i got so much sun glare if i don’t wear shade I’ll go blind there, rasta man sized habit straight northern never rabbit but i can catch a fast habit act like santa clause for all the reindeer with out fear, because I’m shamanistic mystic official better check the initial on that missile, never checked into to whitey ford rehab because i always have a dab when i need it!
you know their is no need to bleed it, a sad country song, because others know we get along. make books then put in em da cook write a fresh funky hook!
Everyday, i drink i think to much, flex to much then eye think to much, stop my treatments and sleep to much! robot to much, forget your touch, do a sad face, then i remember your grace, like a Valkyrie that could ride all night for a six day fight, see her plight, as she dreams of me at night! I just might buy that bike, for when I’m bored at night, because I know I don’t need to teach ya how to fight, cause yah know you need a lesson in loving to the very end!
how do you record a multi genera tune in the vert in the first place i smoked ten grams and blasted of in to outer space now ya dumb cow. now i just want to go home and be alone with u know, so we can levitate if you need to, but you know where i stand boo over the chronic the boobonic never hydroponic i go full organic subsonic because i like that none salted chronic!