In lak'ech planetary kin Red overtone dragon make your barathary spin In the flesh with a band of merry men Innocent civilians hari kari over yen Is it the end or for pretend? I can neither condemn, nor defend Cats, that's more p**y than a sanitary napkin bin Villain ran a scam on his imaginary rapping friend Again, shame on us We in the same game, put the blame on Gus Study til your brain vomit Just don't be out getting money when it rain comets Armpits of funk, a bomb in the hunk a junk trunk Metal palm on your ma's badunkadunk In a park in a rave under three days of darkness Tell a hater behave and spark this With the fresh banana berry blend Counting mad tens 'til when January begin The other hand clutched to a pen, 24/7 much to his chagrin Used to drink gin, now he only drink oxygen water Mixed with salt, things that cleanse the toxins sorta And if they ever come get me We were sippin rum on a number one jitney I can neither confirm nor deny On account of the sherm all high Villain make 'em squirm 'til her perm all dry Sperm to her eye, to a worm to a fly It's germs, and mad babies to kiss Won't stop rockin except to maybe take a piss Or soak his feet in a mineral oil vat Holding a Rodin coil in his tin foil hat Step aside, give him some room playa Til the end of days he'll be the ill doomsayer (slayer)