Mad Tea

Intro:

- If it ain't no fuckin' Eightball, fuckin' jackin', man
- It's finally went to step the rest of the month?
- Yeah!

Verse I:

Man, it's good, make the sounds
Ayo, on the dance floor (yo!), the beaker smokin', spillin' out two cups
Beach Boy in Aruba, footwork in glowstick PUMAs
Huge blunt (wow), lookin' like a cigar outta Cuba
In the lab, instruments start talkin' like Tubby the Tuba
Pigeon sin sack
Endangered in myself and those who spit rap
My style come with a helmet and a chin strap
Hired for arson
Retarded fire blowtorch to writers and artists like I thought they was fire retardant (What?)
Black flakes had me peppered, that's splashed (wow) down but wetter
Purple Teletubby in the red purse
Catch Summer chills, I break it down like tongues in pills
Dumb amp like a cocoa leaf blunt o' krills
Spit overcut drums for bills, Wanda will (Ohhh)
Studio closet becomin' a fungus mill
Spit char out, raw chowder, Mr. Freeze all powder
Just pull me out the ground by my wallflower

Interlude:

- Writers, are competitive, if you're a writer, you clear yourself the best writer but you're not as long as I'm around 'less you are put the gloves on then settle it!
- Of course all fortresses should began spreadin' for their genes duckin' fans songs

Verse II:

Yo, my people cursed by the shrooms
My tango, I'm born grotesque, the genes ugly like Django (Eww)
And the slang cold (What?)
I heard the bankroll is Scott Peterson, at the golf course, in a Kangol (Ohh!)
No Krillon, I bomb a set, bongs in stress
Cresh on the deck, more blow than a Amin's jet
In the bathtub smokin' like Prince when the Doves Cry
Buckaroo bonzai, drop serum on the tongue's eye
Say somethin' famous (huh?), I duck invasions
Double pumped the agent in the ear like a punk with gauges
Meet my own sitcom, the flow nimrod
I'mma kill you, and eat the horse you rode in on
Doctor Gonzo arrive in court high, mortified
Briefcase, spores inside, riverboat tourist guide