Intro

Ah
I'm on the creep mysterious like Christo
Appearing wherever you hear that chink of Crystal
Yes y'all but only If you must insist I'll
Be chillin' at the bottom of the fridge in crispers
Whispers of "Who the fuck does this business?"
Icicles glistenin' on my wrist like Christmas
Never miss like napalm don't take prisoners
Never guess what's next so stay tuned listeners