Toadmilk

Good evening, folks, and a hearty welcome to our drive-in theatre. We have a wonderful evening's entertainment lined up for you, one that will provide several hours of pleasurable relaxation and diversion for you and your family. Did you fail to dress up for tonight's show? No tie, an old shirt and slacks, a house dress? Well, don't give it a thought. We're glad you came as you are. We just want you to enjoy yourselves

I was an acid blot peddler

Roll up on the spot type, the cypher block wrecker (Yo)

Like Pete Rock, I first got my samples off of my pop's records

I got the fire arm in '90 like Jeff Hostetler (Uh)

These blunts casted, I'm lifted like Pun's casket

Forget jail (fuck that), fuck classes

Westchester Psychiatric Center, I spent months at it

Snortin' Gloria, I got fertilizer bombs stashed in Lemuria

I left my arrhythmic heart in Hyperborea, psh

Barrel in my mouth, lick shot (Lick shots!)

This isn't Hip Hop, I actually rap like (um), for holidays in a gift shop

Okay, bad joke, tough crowd

Studio under police surveillance, that's why this song'll be bugged out

Each song drained a blood ounce

Fake school trip, no bus route

These new kids, dread the stage like Duck Down

You Capote, I'm the Gaza Gang in Nairobi

Up in psych centers spazzin', splittin' jackets, like Matt Foley (AHHHH!)

I'm barely livin' life (Huh?)

Catch me behind the blood bank, with my teeth purple like I was sippin' wine (Hey)

The weed Kermit skin, cookin' hardball bars servin' skits

Burn a witch, fuck it, burn a bridge

I'm a young Bundy in Burlington (Hi!)

Jake LaMotta, I punch, like I don't deserve to live

Fuckin' assholes

Don't forget to visit our refreshment center during the information or any time, you'll love the tasty area of snacks we have to offer, so will the youngsters, everything is quality and, hmmm, so good