Music for Patio Chairs

Intro:

- Hahaha!
- At every corner of the house were jars
- Everybody get outta here, he's vengeful! Quickly, cover yourself with that butter, and carry lemons just in case, you have to squirt him with it and so forth to repel him! Everybody get outta here, quickly, there’s gonna be a tragedy! Oh!

Yeah, uh, flow to this, at the bottom of the cauldron, yo

Verse:

Devil face, Godmask, so high this come with a stepladder
In a seven foot bomb blast, Judo chop hеads
Unconscient, homicide in a vlog cam, and then I'mma slidе like a mom van (Uhh)
Seen spilled coke in a 44, the poncho
The hash look like we stuffed, Gumby in a BluntVille (Oh, man!)
Psychomania, fun filled
In the desert shootin' autos soundin’ like a military drum drill
Serial kill blocks, and stay at the crime scene and Mill' Rock
One tater capsule out the pussy that's a pillbox

Interlude:

- Jack climbed down from under the bed
- Jack, Jack, Jack, do you hear me?!
- Where have you been up in the clouds again?
- No, mother, I was just countin' leaves in our tree!

Verse 2:

Fuck scanned sells, I want my face on a blotter then send the fans hand mail
250 gram land whale (Yo)
The dose fatal, no serene, they shoot up from Earth groups
No dustpan in the dirt booth, it shows hard labour (Facts)
Like dry concrete on a work boot
I came a long way since destruction of self and, shelve the curfews
Face fulla wax tar man like Allan Trautman
Unannounced run up in empty houses, and shoot couches (Blaow)
Razor tight in my fist punchin' heat
Slash the face, make tongue-in cheek
Ingest this 'til your stomachs bleed
Razor tight in my fist punchin' heat
Slash the face, make tongue-in cheek
Ingest this 'til your stomachs bleed
I guess