〈Verse 1〉
Hey little fella
Could I fix you a drink
I still got some bleach left
Under my sink
Conceptualizing
The plan in your brain
Parasitic parecetic
Taking the pain
Away from your lungs
And into your heart
My Co2 emissions are surely
A work of art
I’ll send you some Dyskinesia
To take you away
A sominex to comprehend
And all that you’ve made
My O2 fleet on feet
I meet some meat
It’s mutagenic
To teach and treat
From beat to bullet
Truly unhygienic
Lawyers liars
Same side of the die that you roll
To try to fly
To slowly dying losing control
Meth and lean
De-oxid еase
Am I all on my own?
With methylenеdioxy (wee)
Pyrovalerone
The necrophiliac
A-tip-a-tapping on my heart attack
From Cadillac to cardiac
Well now I want my money back
〈Verse 2〉
Hey little fella
Could you fix me a drink
I’m smelling the metal
In everything
Cannibalizing
Both friend and foe
The hospital hospitable
For Wilson Woodrow
Having a stroke
Keeping the peace
Cause if he were alive well
I’d buckshot his knees
The truth is in the bufalin
To keep you in line
And die alone, diacotone
Was all I could find
My hydro-gin
And tonic
Feel demonic
Got me mental
To rock the clock
I c#ck and pull it
Truly instrumental
The friar fries
My insides
And lies to repent
Let The sorta normal
Formalgehyd-ration commence
〈Bridge〉
For knocking mental
On the ceiling
Walls they reek of red
Phenoxymenthylpenicillan
Get out of my head
〈RIP that kazoo〉
〈Outro〉
Hey little fella
Well we’re all out of drinks
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