"I can sit in my house just piling all the narcotics into my body that I possibly can. Mainly ketamine, nitrous oxide, PCP, c**aine, haha you know. And I just get all kinds of results." [Steve-O]
Fans pissed, I'm the rap Bobby Liebling, no show
Punch mainlines, shooting that oaka dope like Joey CoCo
I'm ogopogo, in a San Walton hyper market looking awkward waiting to pick up disposable cam photos
Not doing too good on my own though
My career like Jermaine Jackson after he went solo
2-0-0-0 peyote on stage
Lizard king at whiskey a go-go, fumbling codones
So much mescaline in my mouth look like I'm eating a snowcone
Roasting Moroccan gold
Blood of Sinatra, savant moron, rock your dome
f** the machine like Ed Harris
That's why I got the chrome
Not to pop for show
Safe you are not, you are not alone
Gnarcs knock, pop talks and flanks swat at homes
So we swamp narcons and odes
Staying under radar and over satellites with blocking codes
[Hook - 2x]
f** this ethosphere I got a journal I wrote on gin
Gary Coleman grin, Charlie Sheen bars, I'm too old for this
I'm anti-earth, everything's boring, I'm too stoned for this
I'm actually happy when they hate, I'm over it
Grimy as a coal worker, smoke Park Davis till miners lung
Lucille diamonds, I'm flying up
Seen that body of Christ with head of a lion, dried in clutch
In the kitchen I got Jesse Camp frying up, violent flush
Trails of latesism, tiles front
Next bolts of nitrous plugs
I'm my last pill, vile done
I'm about to crash like Ryan Dunn
In Mount Harmal I burn 76 like Waco
Narcotics scapegoat, through my black cancerous vein holes
Right winger, hysteria got me shooting neighbors through my left of a lake home
Pushing cakes old, stay low, til J23 got lysergic lawn chairs on Turks and ??
I dumb out, kick sh** like Kado
Smoke DMT on Coney Island by the boardwalk end up in a crane post
Me and Box, Cubensis, rainforest d**
Crushing up opiate pulperies in the clay bowl