Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
I'm six smoking at me blood muffled top
Just ring the bell rocking from the heavens into hell
(Intergalactic triad k**er)
Eyes opened up like Christmas
Kicking fits and foaming at the mouth just like a trumpet it wasn't well
You big s**er, I've got you now
I kick back, stick remove the ones or twos who always tell the truth
The new Moses part Romans full of laughter
I rock a black attire like a 1960s ma**acre
Extra, extra, you can read all about it
I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong
Dying to dodge the truth like an overcoat
Stripped of title snapped the gloves
Yeah, I called the bluffing all you racist mother (what)
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Put it back in on the vine of the system
Float like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee
Float like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee