Kublai Khan (Coffin Syrup Version)

Chemical spaceships, taste dust splits, hit from the Matrix
Pig Destroyer, anarchist kiss, splatter your patriots
Make coke schnaps, injectin' my pockets with botox
Latex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops
My flow's hot, my Glock's like a popular friend
Sniffin' Oxycontin, we rock 'til the popular says
Mercyful Fate, we At the Gates, I hurt you for cake
This red planet's like a shit magnet, encounters with Jake
Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz
Gut you out, rock a gas mask, bleedin' and stuffed
Into the void like Blue Velvet, goons and clerics
New synthеtic designer jewеls for moods in deserts
In Heaven and Earth, barcodes to measure my girth
That's like the J.D.L. joinin' the Zulu Nation for turf
Birth of the solar, we deep some, I write for the cobra
Goretex, freedom, we all stand with iced-out comas