Count Ba** D - Aural S(ECT)s lyrics

I'm unknown Like the comic Green fatigues chronic Drive is masonic Onslaught is conic Rap producers colic Vampires get garlic George got the Jack While Uncle Jimmy be thinking rather pure gin when drinking Lime away from dry wall All fall, defense is too tall Jones for the beats, flip my loop through the LFO I say tomato, you pronounce it optimo Let's call the whole thing on Is it a joint, blunt, shotgun, bowl or bong? Quite frankly I'm still beneath the table Doom drank me under What God has joined together Let no man put asunder Escape, pillage, and plunder Bloops, bleeps and blunders And I wonder who's loving you (Like Michael Jackson) d**h comes in threes like John Paxson