King Mutt

Verse 1:

Red drape altar, gold headdress, and horns up
For my albums, some rob houses, import stuff
I'm pullin' the linings out like prawn guts
Dose you off the heat flower, my spit fire bold up
Paranoid I'm Paulie Walnuts, each line of Riki-Oh
Wall punch Bernie's maggots to sold slugs
I'm so slow (nah), small town moss plug
It look like I quit smokin' the way I be gettin' off bud
Fuck these square Hip Hop heads (fuck that), villain square wop heads
Still more acid at my shows than Ozzfest
In the field, I pull lines like an ox neck
I'm Ted Bundy, out in Colorado arrested, in a mock neck (Hey!)
This Sri Lanka, I stab a goat
Rob match a vul?, surpass a cult, cadavers bloat
Launch vessels, Cape Canaveral
The pen so water, my paddle boat punches, expect the gadget cold

Chorus x2:

Gather around, children, it's storybook time
Death look nice, human meat cook white
I guess this is what a hook's like (Word)
You seen a dead body, what it look like, what it look like?

Verse 2:

Jordan River water spliff life vested dip
Cut the core out, the apple eye is food of blessedness
In a perfect Heaven rig, every fiend'll get extra hits
Every pimp lay robed on beds of bricks (Yeah, right)
Someone check these street dorks for condonin'
I unbirth cold shit, freezer store alien bloated
Wildin' out like apes bonin', whole kits
I'm the shadow the city like don't hit (nah), omen
Two broad swords in your back, like Auckland
Whole grip, NWO shit (Yeah)
A lotta night gain domes lit, I'm structure-free
Over knuckle duster beats, a cutter's dream
I ball like (ah), hot sauce, in a rucker leak (Damn, yo)
The dabs buttery