[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna onesecbeforetheend & etze]
{Well, I'll go investigate some strange and bizarre events from the present
Unbelievable happenings, as fresh as today's headlines}
Yo
Holy smokes
Load the mic like Okie-Dokes
Holding notes and a clothesline to open throats
Spit a flow for jokes at male groupies
We pay checks, Becks and a Lucy
Forget who's Bruce Lee, I'm murkin'im
Forget who knew me, I'm swerving'em
Switching lanes, witching plays, then spit the flames
Strange Universe stee', over friggin' daze [days?]
Lost up in a maze that changes
Reconfigure it
Many interesting flavors
“How can it be?” I say
Looking off the balcony
Is the time now for me?
Us
Trust
Yo, it's the dawn or the dusk
The spawn in your gut
A force of the crocs [crux?]
But then I might have gone nuts…
Dammit!
I get rancid on the canvas
Growing antlers
I'm in the pouch like baby kangas
Delivering babies with hangers
Lazy manners
In your face with the Pampers
sh**ty
Still got the key to the city
Mean and greedy
Blaze green, drink whisky
Lean
Crispy, or dreams turned to minced meat
Seem fifteen
Growing up sh**'s creek
The disbelief [they disbelieve?] the chief, the Iron Sheikh (raise you bat!)
Try and weep
Get banished to the isle of Crete
Keep your eye on the creep
He's got a gun and it blocks the sun
He'll keep shooting till the job is done
Rob your mom
Nah, that's for s**ers
Looking at these punks like “Rah, that's just bonkers"
Damn, he got raised by nutters
sh**..