Five Miles from Woodstock

Intro:

Inside this coffin is the terrifying monster of (?), by day he is one of them, but when night calls, he awakens from his catatonic state, seekin' the only nourishment on which he can survive, human blood, hahahahahaha

Verse:

I got a cookbook to burn a bomb the city with
Burnin' bombs, downin' Smurf condominiums
This not random sociopath anthems
Serial slasher flick panthem, moustache handsome
Cannabinoids on my liver fat
Dry blood on the blades, forming crystals like scissor hash
Red typewriter hit the Lac
Travel writer on a ripper wrath
Carpet ate in a wrist figure that (Figure that)
Scratchin' my dry scalp like I'm too ill (Damn!)
Whole city in a flake like Whoville
I'm in the spookshills, more vibes to mood chill
Can't be crushed like those little new blue pills
High maintenance but I swear I stay at homes (Yeah)
And she can clap her ass loud, flat layin' and prone
Woodstock on Snoopy's dome
Five miles from Woodstock, I'm stupid stoned

Outro:

- By now it must be obvious to you as it is to me that LSD is the greatest gift to mankind since tutti-frutti ice cream
- So when I painted it, I just covered it with grain, and I did this with as many colors out there that I could see, and the end result is that the painting is an extremely colorful painting, and that it basically works, and when I look at it it really makes me feel like I'm on Acid