Left-Handed Cellmates

[Intro]:
Ah, yes, uh Matthew, uh, this is Jak, I'd just like to say, I'm stoned, I'm real high, drinkin' coffee (?) myself, I have the piles, I'm gonna spit yet another one, man, these songs will be epic and remembered and written on nursery walls in children's halls, for years, (?), Aoi, I need 5 mil, for this one, drop

Ayo, (yo), yo, yeah, it's that Crystal Meth Lake (powder form), frozen crystal lake, connection Aussie (nitrous hits), Aussie, USA (balloon hits), Aoi, Tripper (powder forms), meth lab, brick house (liquid drops), you know the deal, man, shit

[Verse]:
Yo, my flow sound like razors rippin' through wigs and neck veins
You only rollin' on me takin' E's in a wheelchair wearin' a neck brace
Medical head-case
I'm not here for the bread or to get fame
If I don't give Mother Earth another fresh grave, I catch cripplin' headaches
Visions of red lakes, voices whisperin' head games
Shells drain, castles burn to the ground
Streets become red mirrors to Hell's gates
Suicide before I see a cellmate
I sneak into your crib over your sleepin' kids, and beat them so bad I broke the bed frame
Shotgun barrel a belt length
You sell 'caine (good)? These punches like you got hit, by the L train
They'll find you waterlogged with a swelled face
Keep your tongue, leave your name inscribed in a shell case
I'm a beast! (You're a what?) I'm a beast (Woah)
I'm a beast, higher than Chong and Cheech
Alien as a weed plant
When that coin drops, the dinner bell is a green flag
Dust 'em off like mint leaf from a tea bag
Columbine trench coat, pullin' down the ski mask
Fresh outta rehab
Bullets comin' out of cannons, the size of Wee-Man (Oh shit)
You better bob and weave, man
These fast! (Yeah, man)
You'd think I was a psych patient
With a Wicca basket on my lap the way I weave hands

[Outro]:
To tell you the expression of delving into something new, that's who I am, more than the guy that wins stuff, but if you're trying something new, there is failure all the way through