flyin free, straight into a mess, high on e please no sobriety test
4 cops road block got meth, no stop waved on thank god, deep breath
dont stress, on benzos 8 bars of xanax 8 more bars this tard start to panic
sixteen high on amphetamine need 3 shots or its dark times ahead of me
fits me gonna need alot of a steam cant be runnin 2 trains on one fifth of beam
it hits deep, like a wedge in the sand on a ledge
tryin to reason with a man less fucked in the head
reconsider would ya please step down, heres a gun, be considerate not littering the ground
ping pong ching chong im a strong chinaman, but lost all my balls on the way to japan,
ohayo gozaimas on a bus to ohio trustin sluts with my mind blown day glo lights in my vision
too high? no make my own jack got a whole grain silo
huff gasoline outta black plastic bags
like a little thai child with a glue stained rag
tippin on heavy check the weight scale, chase the dragon decked out in platemail
i am astonished a bionic chronic, get the runs johnny walker colonic
and then the box spins too many locked in toxins
writing down a kill list read to me by teddy ruxpin

oh no, that man is con a downward spiral
cant handle his own life cycles

man he fucking stinks
god knows, our friend is on a downward spiral
you carryin anything?
fuck it, lets have another drink.

here comes the caine sniffer drunk on a fifth of grain liqour/
never pay a stripper for sex up stays the zipper correct/
shes like hey mister love me some painkillers/
i got a pill splitter this shits got no filler/
shift the blame lift the brain sniffin on that stain lifter/
opi- ate in the vein zoned out a ok skipper!/
ole we're away to LA tanqueray gettin baked/
outta state better days on layaway/
i got a better reason i want your nether regions
i didnt think itd be cold we need a weather beacon
and when we fight the deacons wont duck a second legion
preaching to the reaper says stay tuned for the second season
red stag grippin on a clip got the lead mag
heads bagged in stacks packed next to the toe tags
warfare swords flair deep in the wyrm lair
many men go in but nobodys comin outta there
keep fuckin thriving squint through the glare
deep dungeon diving a dick dunkin dare
hallucinations delusion-occassion aly
beyond my station ill be waiting patiently
fruits of my labor the nextdoor neighbors
bring me a pie made of cyanide and lasers
jackin the one with information
sick in the sun with accolades
fulla champagne machinations
and backinaway with the
hors d'oeuvre tray
proposin a toast to what is mine
toast the rest at the end of the line