[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst]
Celebrity the vision in my face before I left her
Bottom of the circus, we were twins of silver circuits
Red and blue pills, with a two dollar purpose
Love ain't a dollar sign, drug me up on wine
Heart ain't the mushy kind, fleshy pulpy lime
Now it's cable ready able willing, ill-refined
Ill will spill from my hand like a foreign bill
Pa** me my landing card, story board and chlorophyl
Not much else, left to do today though
Blow through a smokestack
Sip a volcano
Apes drank drano
When Cain ate Abel
I Betty like Grabel
Talking to her like she paid though
She gets full service cuz i work with no conscience
Used to be a lover, now a fighter and a monster
Once a Henry Fonda, now an anaconda
A predator of posture
Walk the line before the concert
Stomp out the stage lights
Show you how to work
Keep it real humble -- then again i'm in my workshirt
Make em eat earth
To teach them bout my birthplace
Forgot her for a moment, straight tears rollin down my face
You never forget that
Like opposites attract, i polish the 'Lib scratch
[Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst]
Put your anger in a proper place
Jar it up and sell it
Wanna be a millionaire
Then you live the story -- tell it
Tired of hearing bout that fake sh**
You bake sh**? I build sh**
You take sh**? I make gangsters feel sh**
That real sh**
No apologies, people call me lottery
Arrogant monopoly I run on pens and pottery
Spin you up a sipping bowl
Ashtray or kitchen tool
Momma raised me right but that p**y make me act a fool
Sometimes cool, sit around and think about it
d**h and taxes on my mind nobody wanna hear about it
Trust must bleed, lust busts seed
Dust off my dick, took a week to think about some sh**
Now i'm bout to split, out the house
Down to corner store
Get a 3-pack, 12-pack then go hit the bar
Pushed through the gla** all barstools took
Used to know everybody, now just a couple homies
Seen this one hottie, she look like biscotti
My brain thinkin, probably she taste like it, honestly
I feel heavy bodily
Nerves like pasta
Tired of hunting strange
Feel the dread like a rasta
About to be the same situation that I left
Self-evaluating, hating, had me wanna go and hurt myself