Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes

The patient unlisted bit my lip sir 

Basing the feeling off weed, Go!

But my Achilles is a shortly written poem



Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose

Scraping my bristle missile, Go!



My cost is cheap, my words are deep,

Cutting right through your soul,

Sad to see the lights burn out,

Sad to see the lights burn out,

Sad to see the lights,

My words are cheap.



Another sucker punch

You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch

You wanna know the truth?

I eat alotta soup

What's it like to punch a drum

So belong and hold it tightly son

You wanna know the truth?

I eat alotta soup



Such slow stoic teeth of mine

Box him in

Uncle Leo is between your thighs

Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots n pans

No time to rush him, delete my deleted land

Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me

Who proves to believe in me

Yo who proves to believe without me

Don't believe that you're with me, just to believe

Just to and just to and just to and just to believe



Blow out your lungs,

Let your mouth fill with blood,

Stop, hang on my every word,



I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot 

Your handles worse than Chris A. when he's high on pot

You're like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer

KG might say that you have cancer



Blow out your lungs,

Let your mouth fill with blood,

Stop, hang on my every word,

Blow out your lungs,

Let your mouth fill with blood,

Stop, hang on my every word,

Because I promise it's gonna be your last.