In lak'ech planetary kin
Red overtone dragon make your barathary spin
In the flesh with a band of merry men
Innocent civilians hari kari over yen
Is it the end or for pretend?
I can neither condemn, nor defend
Cats, that's more pussy than a sanitary napkin bin
Villain ran a scam on his imaginary rappin' friend
Again, shame on us
We in the same game, put the blame on Gus
Study til your brain vomit
Just don't be out gettin' muddy when it rain comets
Armpits of funk, a bomb in the hunk a junk trunk
Metal Palm on your mom's badunkadunk
In a park in a rave under three days of darkness
Tell a hater behave and spark this
With the fresh banana berry blend
Countin' mad tens 'til when January begin
The other hand clutched to a pen, 24/7 much to his chagrin
Used to drink gin, now he only drink oxygen water
Mixed with shark fins that cleanse the toxins sorta
And if they ever come get me
We were sippin' rum on the number one jitney
I can neither confirm, nor deny
On account of the sherm, all high
Villain make 'er squirm 'til her perm all dry
Sperm to 'er eye, to a worm, to a fly
It's germs, and mad babies to kiss
Won't stop rockin' except to maybe take a piss
Or soak his feet in a mineral oil vat
Holdin' a Rodin coil in his tin foil hat
Step aside, give him some room player
Til the end of days he'll be the ill doomsayer (slayer)