House of Nod

Intro:

As in boxing there are heavyweights, a champion in every respect
The next section is devoted strictly to great sounds, no particular type of [?] or bodily, just sounds we consider to be very exciting and worthless things

Verse:

Ayo, stuck in a zombie oasis shootin' dead bolts, lead row
The irony, like throwin' up seas holdin' Dead Scrolls
I kill whoever rep goat
I'm here to influence art students into sex cults (Yeah)
Burn houses as gifts for global warmin'
These so called Mongols culprit, this is total horse shit
I bought three ratchets on the row like Total Turing
In my own mobile ordeal
Watching my face melt in the oval portrait
Alex Jones Mania you ain't with it, I'm too vivid
Without shapeshiftin' I start wiggin'
Like the Clintons, sippin' the blood of trafficked infants
On the Pennsylvania Ave. District surround obelisks hissin'

Interude:

- This is the House of God, all prisons, acknowledge!
- Amen
- There is Light, eternal, in God, all prisons, acknowledge!
- Amen!

Verse 2:

Yeah, well let me start over
I'm in the field gettin' high from the smoke
Risin' gar-fields of charred soldiers
It's Iraq, if I black it will feel like a blast impact
From a demolition charged stroller
After one bar's over (Naaah)
Nah but for real I hope you blow up (Yeah)
So I can push broom, your body parts over
I'mma spaz like steroid abusers, flippin' cars over
My circle, illegal arm toters
I'm a AR-15, black polymer apocalypse arms loader
One punch will put you on another planet like the Mars Rover

Outro:

- Sat there and fuckin' snorted the motherfucker's blood, dude
- What?
- What the fuck I just walked behind?
- Yeah!