Malbec Mist

Alice in Wonderland Intro:

One side of this mushroom will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow smaller, goodbye

Fuck outta here, man

Verse 1:

Yo, this beat's dirty like I just came off for a skit bid
Grab the mic and did this, studio is dim lit
At school kid, you was half a dimwit
Punch a work, slip in
Fingertips got asbestos burns from diggin' (I'm workin')
I'm Mussolini with twice the charm
My pen way more than, a fightin' arm
My shit old school like Viacom
I just cut up tracks, wild out
Write, and light the bomb
In the lab, rose piles, lean empty
Pills polished, I play the drums
Drop mad albums, I'm the rap Phil Collins
You can't rap like me, rappers need help
They mad at mе, well (well), I rape Saturn's chastity bеlts (Haha)
Look at my eyes, they're moon surface black pits
Eyeball pus drippin' like resin, on the wax rig

Interlude:

Down at the bottom of the hill was a deep ditch, and at the bottom of the ditch, very busy workin' as usual, with the usual bunch of sidewalk loafers watchin' them, and they was somethin' to watch!

Verse 2:

Hah, yeah, deep stash still high with my ignorant ass (Hohoho)
If you hate on this, yo' shit's wack
I rap and sorta do it
I don't care about a rapper's street cred nor the movement
Record in fluent
Warnin' rubber cords in tubin'
Drain corpse of fluids, a real scientist, you get sorta to it
I geared up, Chris Farley in a beer run
Face meltin' in fast forwardin' mirrors
Shit drop like, deer guts
Watchin' heads explode like Akira
Sand comin' outta my tear ducts

Outro:

No, they're all quite mad, in fact, I shall now sing a song, that I sang at the concert!