An unreleased single first uploaded to ‘Off The Radar’ on October 16, 2018. Initially distributed after the release of the Runt EP.
[Intro]
Demon boy marrer, young grasshopper
Another job offer you ain't get
Black dolphin bonker, woke up in cold sweats
Running on my bed, I think I'm dead (Get away from me)
Beat your deaf new light on your skin
Feel the heat, let the nightmare begin
Pulled apart, pop your arm, Barbie and Ken
Put me back together, now I don't feel scared
[Chorus]
Wash the yay, I want the oil gone and bathed
That super-soft, when you smell you get a taste
Make the paste then you throw into the base
Cut a shape, make the needs bellies crave
They ring 999, blunt never fucking lied
Sleep is for the weak, hallucinating my delusions
Insecure and in secure, my ego's now affluent
My digression, an extension of my dick
Suck until you feel it in your lower digestive
Not a charge, like congestion, what a bummer
This my nightmare, why's reality a cover?
I go to sleep in my dreams
I don't know what real means
You play them funny, would've slumped you in my teens
I wouldn't waste my breath, I'd prefer to leave you be
[Verse]
Yeti in the Serengeti, believe the myth
K-man stupid, rub together sticks
I'm Ben and Jerry's, cookie dough in this
Wafer-thin, need spice in your life like Bombay mix
Up my sleeve, just my fist, no tricks
Magic in my hand, reload and re-fix
I've been high, been twist, been low, now grizz
Hit and miss, now I know my cliff
My own crisis, you're too wet, fire hydrant
I'm a migrant, admire my king
Styling while him and hers on a sodomite ting
Viking with an axe, you can't out my flame
Wicker man, how dare you try and doubt my name?
[Chorus]
Wash the yay, I want the oil gone and bathed
That super-soft, when you smell you get a taste
Make the paste then you throw into the base
Cut a shape, make the needs bellies crave
They ring 999, blunt never fucking lied
Sleep is for the weak, hallucinating my delusions
Insecure and in secure, my ego's now affluent
My digression, an extension of my dick
Suck until you feel it in your lower digestive
Not a charge, like congestion, what a bummer
This my nightmare, why's reality a cover?
I go to sleep in my dreams
I don't know what real means
You play them funny would've slumped you in my teens
I wouldn't waste my breath, I'd prefer to leave you be (Aye)
(Oh man, I wasted too much breath)