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]