[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

kool keithing booth preaching seek heating
reach leaving read cha manuals/
I'm a the megaton ripper flip cake get a grip sir
your spits are a blur seen through eyes of slow man/
through glam to cats pan you can't snort fire-ants
without ants in your pants burning your swack off/
slack jack pack up a room with dope beats in the boom
throw chairs your an old bear thinking i'm scared/
never feared rear cha ugly head you can wake the dead
I'm dopium you seed up like opium roping them in mysticism/
speak your skeptism words wisdom dominate species
get cha dub plates never speak to a house full of snakes/
jake jacked poll packed rocket sacked "it's original"
come traditional it's the low end theory congressional/
rise down I'm rooted rebooting words recruting
doop you losers by scooping out documents you haven't processed yet/