West Rhetoric - Don't Do Ecstasy Unless You're Fapping lyrics

[Verse 1: bedRock] VSonic buds bumping in my earholes Need to keep it crystal clear so I can memorize and hear Bones spit Bryan Cranston tap-dancing under the sea Godzilla clash with Geedorah, now it's on in the streets, uh Rhymes like Visine, to keep your eyes clean Blinded by the high-beams, miles of dry memes Clogging your twitter feed Ditch the mystery machine, got five flat tires, it's on fire, stuffed with illegal weed Who needs to see fiends or plant seeds? Rather spit laser beams or grip a sick book to read Maybe that's the reason for my unrequited peace sign, chill, I'll be the bigger shiver crawling up the beast's spine Black lunged son of a gunshot wound, his numb gums gnaw their way out a distraught womb Woke up 'round noon, to the croon of goons begging for West Rhet' tunes direct ‘em down to the tombs below Stoned with Bones, in the catacombs crafting poems Alone in the chamber, but no Macaulay Culkin he choked on the artichoke we fed him left for dead with a pretend suicide note, cowrote by the denizens of dope [Verse 2: Bones McQueen] Feet walk through the molten core I'm immature I don't give a f** until I'm old as 44 Drink four 40s down past my vocal chord Stole a Porsche outta my neighbor's open garage door When he asked for it back I said I don't know what you're talking about Cussed him out like I had a cloud of wasps in my mouth k**er bees back on the move like an easterly wind Reaper type of disease, creature that appears with a grin I'm the owl teacher, disembowel leeches, make ‘em eat some sour peaches with a pouch of powdered semen How do you do? Or rather what the f** do you want? I'm busy huffing a tube of glue in the back of a Wal-Mart Asking shoppers for change to buy another Elmer's, if they tell me no I stick ‘em like some fly paper Shrines made of hair, stalker kid with a creepy stare, I throw you down a f**ing flight of stairs Move upwards with lewd couplets I'm a rude bum who chucks poop chunks at new couples True love is unreal, so I'm gonna give up f**ing and become a monk, yo that's a done deal Unhinged like shuttleco*ks I create public shock when I walk out with nothing on but a pair of rubber Crocs Grab a cup of coffee, eat a sandwich in the park, watching the joggers pa**ing by when I touch my junk [Sample from "Mother of god, chill dude!"]