It's that one type of night with the bright white ice pick
Slipped up signature, wrestle till I scribble [bad word] 
Who in my space smell khaki leather pants?
If my brain go missin, Ill be damned
The one ripped by the wind
Instant implant
How we see what we thought was nothing before
Now the lost and the waste can slide beside them
Perform the custom of hissing lisp adorn
I'ev had a little bit too much
Don't wait for me
I'll wake up on my own tomorrow
I took a little medicine love to lubricate my flow
Don't wait up for me cuz I'll [bad word] home tomorrow
I'll [bad word] a mound up on your birthday cake, with your whole family there watching or at your Aunt Viv's wak
Line up some blow on your [bad word] and blow the rest in your face
If you're not turning up then your whole life's a disgrace
I like the [bad word] girls,, where the [bad word] be all missin' when you get home and I'm high
I American joy division
I  know them and I know what
I think I'm a start this up
Eagle vs Crows
We all suck
We were born to [bad word] this up
Like the fastest object overgrowth, like a basket lobbin egg and yolk
I got the bombest little habbit
Watch my head explode like the plant lion synthesized this [bad word]