(Yeah) Me and Twist L's should be at a million. (Ayo Twist man) Get in low rider hearses. (Dip it in that bat blood) With that hearse with some rims
Earwax, ear grime, ear slime, earwax, earwig (should be at a 50 trillion)
Yo the sun kissing the lake kissing
Taking a roach clip a rope roach clips and hit it
Snakes around my body I feel like Lilith
Feet on the edge of the chair
Leap of faith in a pit of Hell
Stab any Wonder Woman like Christa Helm
CSI picking bones out the sand like a beach trip for shells
My whip got that new stripper smell
Rock piles, bundled sticks and spells
Split pill chips, spliffs and L's
Tripper and Twist L's at a twisted hell
Church pipeline to FEMA, I got a crib for sale
Keep the cult growing and unify
Well I'm in the back of this white van eviscerating a body, shooing flies
Follow me to a wasteland where they send the youth to die
Disheveled, shoes untied
All of this red devil got me euthanized
Exoskeleton cyborg like Martin Kaden, faded, sedated
I thought of all of this next to the bailiff
Earwax, eargoo, ear slime, earwax, eargoo, ear slime, earwig...