Green is the color of summertime trees, listen and you'll hear the wind in the leaves

Yeah, uh, hah, psh, got that sparkle jacket (Shit smell chemical)

Volcanic shit (Uh, yeah)

That Yowie Dowie duck build (Hahaha)

Gettin' Goofy (Oil slick shit)

Pshh, helmet on

Yo, (yo), fresh pink berry rap, at a bristle

The pit full, the wrap up in pistols

Holy Grail wax from seein' pixels (Yeah, man)

My uncle's pistol

Escort me in the art gallery, I'm the minstrel (Psh, what?)

My focus done, my eyes can't open up (Man)

On stage I can't even open up

Hands sticky, Robitussin (what?), soakin' blunts

Rocks in the syrup, codeine ocean front (Man)

My scene ain't dead, blue dream, two Z's to chest

Greasy, bodega lamb meat, and pita bread

Pull black chicks like Zebrahead (Ayo)

Zealots stuffed, I keep 'em fed

These fans need to make me, a bigger statue

Face had L's to my grill look shriveled as a winter apple

Tie box and gloves to my feet and kick punches

Refrigerator on planet Hof', my ribs sunken (Uhh)

Night at the Roxy in pomegranate cherry

Dead-ass (dead-ass) come from the club lookin' freshly unburied (Uhh)

I'm the Michael Jordan of this murder shit; Wayne Perry

Flow Gucci, pijama silk

Klingon in the tea

Psychonaut gels dropped in milk