Welcome to the jungle where I never stumble, crumbling slip, you mumbling, bumbling, stuttering fumbling pricks. I'm coming hunting with the composite night to surprise you. Bonkers. Take your face off, sew it to my head and hide amongst you. 

My lungs are like a random lethal weapon. Keep the reaper stressed. And even he was guessing this. White sleeves with the western. Everyone's the best of the best in the best division put you in a stressed position. 

Repossess. You at your exorcism run a thousand miles and beat you in your Rs. Six throw a foul and bricks like 100,000 rowdy kids you couldn't oust me with a thousand cans of ouspray even if you burn me my ashes spill out the outbreak, turn the whole town upside down. 

Have you running like wee Willy winky just in your nightgown walking like a bunch of vigilante witch hunters with the wrong description hands on the Bible like a contradiction jealousy is the mother of the devil from the same school of fish see life on another level. 

Our minds are deeper than the minds of Nicky Oppenheimer. Staying independent, showing majors haven't got to signers line your pockets with your own. Craft work your. Own graph because when. You'Re dead you're paying. 

For your own bone stash

Our minds are deeper than the minds of Nicky Oppenheimer. Staying independent, showing majors haven't got to signers line your pockets with your own. Craft work your. Own graph because when. You'Re dead you're paying. 

For your own bone stash

And when you broke, you got no time to question anything. On top of bad health, you feel desperate to bring the pennies in. They never see the struggle. Make a prayer for me and wish me well. I'm going. 

To need a lifeline to fish me out this wishing well feeling low you couldn't diss me better than I dis myself shot myself in the mirror and still miss myself you rappers look like rappers and lived the life of it. 

But I unlocked the secrets of this art and deciphered it like the abjad numerals a dash of red blood and two teeth spoons of funerals. I'm in the booth like a professor with a monocle with documents. 

You can make an opera from my chronicles. We can never share the same longitude and latitude. The attitude and most profound views are spoken with platitude. Make you sacrifice a rough child. That's the only order. 

Catch you when you shapeshift. Drown you in the holy water. 

Our minds are deeper than the minds of Nicky Oppenheimer. Staying independent, showing majors haven't got to signers line your pockets with your own. Craft work your. Own graph because when. You'Re dead you're paying. 

For your own bone stash

Our minds are deeper than the minds of Nicky Oppenheimer. Staying independent, showing majors haven't got to signers line your pockets with your own. Craft work your. Own graph because when. You'Re dead you're paying. 

For your own bone stash

To give us more bread and more circus that's more surplus for the serpent's cause. Being a servant is like the pause purpose climb the walls of the furnace of eternal damnation, setting fire to the mansion on the plantation, feeling like an overworked doctor, no appreciation. 

Like they dropped me from a copter with a cocktail of medicine for six bitters biomechanics neurological microtrip triggers. When I was born, a nurse slapped me with a one off limited editions sticker. 

Then he started bidding at six figures they should have realized my soul and life's priceless until I'm in between worlds and they hold lighters. I'm in the lab. Where the welders mask? Working on myself the last war left my pelvis snapped you can draw your own conclusions illuminated with a force field of ablution. 

Our minds are deeper than the minds of Nicky Oppenheimer. Staying independent, showing majors haven't got to signers line your pockets with your own. Craft work your. Own graph because when. You'Re dead you're paying. 

For your own bone stash

Our minds are deeper than the minds of Nicky Oppenheimer. Staying independent, showing majors haven't got to signers line your pockets with your own. Craft work your. Own graph because when. You'Re dead you're paying. 

For your own bone stash