(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...