Black Hunter S.

Hippie-flipping on some trippy shit

Everything drips 16-bit

Fuck it I love to be the villain

Spilling dark drinks on iffy dames

'Cid and coke stained

But these sheep's clothes fit the same

Shitty beer and Addy

PDX to Cali

Taking women out to dinner

Fuck the bitch before the brandies

Cannabis to trachea

Chase her down the rabbit hole

Cunnilingus I prefer "pussy fiend" to "cannibal"

Leaving girly cataton can't even put her panties on

We only introduced like first-timers to Al Anon

Meanwhile

I blast Led Zep "Ramble On"

Whip swerve roses in the passenger for Algernon

Fuck it I'm a beast ain't nobody mad that we're

Getting stoned fucking hoes on the ragular

Slapping her with my dick

I'm SARS with vernacular

Rolling stoned immaculate

Death is for amateurs

And that ain't me

That ain't me motherfuckers

And that ain't me

That ain't me

Okay-kay-kay

Somebody call the clan to lynch this uppity half-breed

So high that he can't breathe

So numb that he can't fuck

We all torn up

No childish reason why

It's them or us

It's me I'm drunk

I need God

I think I need more drugs

(I think I need more drugs

Fuck it I think I need more drugs

Fuck it I think I need more drugs

Fuck it I think I need more drugs

It's all good)