Lyrics
I'm an E-bomb, dropped in a Concorde
Some hunter Thomson, doing coke of gun barrels at the golf course
Two hands muddy, the one-man band, dug in
Heads' locked, Stumps sprayin' like graffiti cans flooded
Up in the Closet the weed hanging, enough with the weed bragging
(Come on man)
Nostrils smoking like Pete's dragon
Burn a blunt, sip rum, do a line off your journal front
The bong hit brought submersives up
The crooked nurse brought the purse'n stuff
They want me to go kill hookers and murder plugs
(What)
One zip and my sweats dumpy
If you think the last album I did was in '06 you're a dumpski
Growing gas up
The Hash like last crumbs
Coughing of the dabs neighbours think I got asthma
Everything's wonderful, awesome, great
Sauce is grape
Two pupils big as saucer plates
You put your plan in placement
Now you pray there's an angel waiting at the bottom
Quick enough to catch you from the pavement
Teeter on your tippy toes, pins and needles
Feeble like an embryo, they're leaving memorable and grievances
Pleading to St. Peter's for the entrance code
Slipping under from Coke from Pepsi-co
Megalomaniacal, Hung like a reverends cloak
Pasty Cenobite
Self centred but still make the room nod like safe injections sites
She gave me what she's saving for your wedding night
Came to wet the pipe
Left with Decorated stripes
Hunched like Deckard Cain, meditate til the weather vein ignites
I'm on my Rob Ford, the reddish face, heavy, sweaty vagrant type
Yo
I'm holding court with whores and sinners
Too busy sorting innards to consider pointing fingers
Fall asleep to the cable static
Swayin' backwards with dime baggy hanging out my nasal passage
Jack Addesso, Kyle Greene
O/B/O DistroKid