Flood the Garden

Intro:

Everybody lean this way (this way...), all the caskets lean this way (this way...), hehehehe, cave troll shit, black velvet rag wavin', Fatal Dose ravin', yeah

Verse:

Submarine lemon yellow!
Only two hits like lemon jello (Who)
Death to the squeamish, the rest will get sheepish
Steak is sardine on a stick like Mexican beaches
Off top a pen is skill flow, lost nectar
Methadone, I'm still dope off record
Clubbers die, waterboard a summer sign
I'm like the trippy evil Beatle, Number 9
Kill rappers during their sessions entered
Shoot up booths like heroin injection centers
I don't do much but fish and stay lit
Come back in, micro-trip and stay fit
Ahh, you know how easy for me this is
It's nothing much, except listenin' to you fumble through raps and fuck 'em up
Got me pukin' razors with my stomach clutched
Et cetera, et cetera, such and such
These oranges battle raps over instruments
Disco in, dust in the disco hits, still distro-less
Skin come off like the cigarette box wrappin' when the dips go in
I appear not to be what, a sicko is

Interlude:

- Well, we don't issue pep pills or any kind of drugs to the children, we leave it up to their own discretion

Verse 2:

Sociopath with a case sack not 5-0
When I was on the road holdin' a cane sack
Loops is nasty, punches come with roll cage bars and lucid chassis
Movin' gas leaves, no carpet monoxide leak, but the room is gassy
I smell blood when a human movin' past me
Fame means death resin in my AC vent
Wrote this in 1810 at 8PM
Johnny mnemonic brain with a HDM
The accursed baby that Haiti sent
No Mother Earth (Nah)