Put it back in on the vine of this (system) [x8]
I'm six smoking at me blood muffled top just ring the bell rocking from the heavens into hell
(intergalactic triad k**er)
eyes opened up like Christmas
kidding fits foaming at the mouth just like a trumpet it wasn't well,
you big s**er I've got you now,
I kid back, stick remove the ones or twos who always tell the truth
the new moses part romans full of laughter
I rock a black attire like a 1960s ma**acre,
Extra extra you can read all about it
I ain't got no quarrel with them viet cong,
dying to dodge the truth like an overcoat stripped of title snapped the gloves
yeah I called the bluffing all you racist mother (what)
Put it back in on the vine of this (system) [x8]
Float like a bu*terfly sting like a bee [x2]