Verse 1 (Fang)
Press Play bu*ton , you're not the black sheeps but burnt mutton
Your loud voice mute on , TV keeps your tongue in Morphee land
The plot thickens , the sun opens your mind like a Teletubbies
As if a G8 found a solution like a soul unction for bliss
Epomis can eat the toad , the toad can eat the snake , snake can eat the human , human can eat the Epomis
If you'd rather be eaten that's none of my business , but don't be the one who would devour my f**ing huge greatness
I keep all my future hits cause I'm pregnant of my dainty majesty
Mad of Mad Magazine , and Merry Christmas to my losing dreams
For b**hes coloured video with big dollared nipples s*ut
I be that saluki on its pillow waiting for kibbles cup
My pen always told shapes invert the knowing process
Possessed , like I'm under the rain making my Indian dance
Praying Gods to reveal the secret of vitriol fountains
Pot of luck in my jaws , listen what no human could hear again
Verse 2 (Shizzy)
No proportion on my f**ing painting, it's abstract
I get abortions from my pen, in this TaG's track
Make my ex girlfriends' p**y crackwhack
Sit my naked a** in the maybach, hairy like a sasquatsch
Put Serge's spirit inside this big beat
Big heat when I come to write or spit sh**
I search a spiritual anthem
Driving in the Phantom
For BB is her initials
Motivation for me to leave this initial situation
Willy straight in the facial
But I f** that Riveria rich sh**ty snobbery
I'd rather gulp a sorcery
Organize a robbery
Driving drunk inside the Porschery
And force the who*es to pour the gin inside the porcelain
She's pushed to lean
I broach her a** because her p**y's mean !
Naked free in the sand
Ecstasy in the palm of my hand
Palm trees shades reflecting in the plain
Before game goes to lame, it's the karma my man ! n**uh