Apocalypse now, Poison eye gouge looking like Cyclops now, sterilize that pal
verified foul, fortified style, Forty five cal. pow Lift you spirit like smoking funky spiffs
drunken monkey fist in the mist of a backwards twisting flip, split your lip for talking shit
the sickest off my scrips, nauseating the illest, vomiting a conglomerate of linguistic vocab of honor roll kids who’s focus is to put together explosive & you know this most voracious culprit leave you open with opium opus uncontrollable substance of overdosing dosage of spits overloaded with voltage, set a blaze to this bitch before you can take notice your smoking taking hits