Balloon Hands

Verse 1:

Yeah, all my psychonauts, yo, C4, under my robe if we all go to God
Drop a small dose in Oz, unplug, ordo mutun
Braggados megalo, gas planet with arms
Goth fanatics to armatic, it's dark
I cause static to start, hash addict
Asthmatic, hatchin' cigars
Mics get checked like Gordie Howe
Bullet wounds pourin' 40s out
Click fulla pervs like, Porky's house
Tripper at the Beagle, dead regal
Stripper naked, fellate on the hillside, spread eagle
Benzine phenyle, Red Evil Chapter
Then spin it backwards likе a dead Beatle
Wintеr gloves cold scarfin' down shrooms
Kid cut off ears in the freezer 'cause it sounds cool
Make a dark wit seem dimmers at lounge room
Ox plower sound booth
I'm sore on a mound doomed

Verse 2:

Yo, basement made the high torcher
Some spit fire, I spit fire that vaporize water
Unusable musical sickly
Molten eye incrushable
Witch hunter on a funeral striptease (Yeah, man)
Don't kill the cow, milk it
'Cause I can burn this whole buildin' down like Milton
Paisley on the altar, wine red, freeze dope
H in the ceiling, Haitian-Sicilian white cleft (Hahaha)
Can't stand the human odor, can't trust anyone's word
Yet I stand on mines like a stupid soldier
Punched the Red Planet so hard, I blew a shoulder
Skin you so deep you'll leave a loose composure

Outro:

- Jack, would you, there's no help for it, we shall have to sell the cow
- Sell the cow? Oh, mother, you're jokin'!
- Alas, I'm not my son, it's our last hope, we have only a half of loaf of bread in the house!