[Verse 1] Diamond cutter spine Armadillo armor that bends around the blades Bugs in the beard Ebony in the lungpiece Bricks in the Timbs Bazooka in the tooth that he's flashing at your friends This is the lifestyle, baby Know and sip the recipe Not a single innocuous side up in the centerpiece Oh my god Journalists across the globe are officially critiquing my first eight bars [Verse 2] Piety for the fam, embargo piggybackers Navigate sim-city backwards Bazooka Tooth, baby! Zephyrs less dextrimental expect to tone down terrordome for starter crews Like jousting Pompeii with a garden hose If you wake up to the sound of helicopters bumping Wagner It's bodycast to Pilates cla** Buckle in the Bronx back alley batting cage with bottle smacks Drag them prophecies, be them celestine or Mothman to the bumper boat monster mash See, the pristine kittens fiddle with new yarn Decrepit sickly dogs get shot behind the barn One shan't put in long hours like Tim Leary's lava lamps To be second headlined under the boy born with lobster hands Isolated, biological phenomenon First nocturnally orchestrated car alarms Y'all sketch portraits of your neighbors, tack em up without fail See a robored pitchforks and alligator tails [?] Offical Max Fischer Blume break cable clipper (Def) Picket train buffer, the riverboat, and the switcher (Jux) Pipe-dreaming that so fresh and so clean plummage Is an appleseed of bore that resorts to Bazooka Tooth sh** You don't want me smiling at your cameras