[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Cough at the ghost that came out of your mouth
Park the couch and we wait for response of the gun-shy gallows
Waiting turns is sharing needles
But the lone child of chrome is getting peddled chromosomes
And all were dancing like the smoke of incense, with trails of where we had been
Figured that was our intent
Slipshod like a turncoat rolling this Palma
Was hard to leave cause women in tights they entice like snake charmers
Those who partook fell over as corn rows from that brown fluid, that brown fluid
[Rational hook]
But yo, I'm a budweiser Nile away from doing a f**ing c**aine trial, sup
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