[Verse 1: Cru]
Wrecked with the intellect
Infected by rejection
Expecting neglection
Just because of my profession
Bumping JIIIIIM Henson In A Vice Grip
Write a nice list
Of two reasons my vocal chords don't splice kids
Its spiteless
View my thoughts up in a brainpan
Plan to rent a van
To your kids dressed up as slender man
Tapping on your window
At midnight with two fingers
At the corner of your eye see 3 tall dark figures
One had a camera recording the whole thing
While the other was heating the iron
For cast branding
Last but no least
There was a 6 foot beast
With a golf wang hoodie
And a Reg timepiece
He towered over her
Turned on all the lights
Stood upright and said
"you're mine for tonight"
He ripped off the blanket, Pac muffled the screams
And when we got to the window Kilo lifted the screen
We made her f**ing sister watch us drive down the street
And that was the last time that fake cop was ever f**ing seen
[Instrumental plays on]
[Verse 2: Pacific Sp1t]
I'm a great ape, drinking aged grapes from a spacebag
Banging 8's with nameplates on first dates out of spacecamp
Where we chase Chardonay with mae straight from a rape van
Til were wasted enough to break boards to spring camps
It just got scary quiet, Silent Hill
Feeling violent as the bride when I k** Bill
And anyone else that trips in front of my 9 mil
If someone doesn't murder this track soon then I will
Kilo leaving grahams for this cracker
We're on the web so much
Probably think that we're hackers
The only [b] tards without anonymous mouse hands
And pocket full of stolen V-cards from the mountains
I f**ed every freak in Twin Peaks
And proabably half of Seattle by the time this sh** leaks
Your sh**s weak, thats why leave you like Laura Palmer
Book house boy, Pac Spit, b**h your a gonner