Ogopogo

Intro:

- For my son Jack, he'll get-he'll get a job!
- Jack get a job? Who in our world will give that lazy good for nothin' son of yours a job?

Yeah, fuck outta here, man, this is gross, I'm fuckin' ugly, man, fuckin' geeked, hear ye, hear ye, yo, yo, yo

Verse:

I was at my last show as a ghost of someone who died in a car accident, starved masochist
I rap for sociopath, an adamant (Yeah)
Delusions extravagant, I'm glad you pissed
I'm like GG Allin throwin' feces at art graduates
The weed breen is Rango
Rappers are like "great, I hate this asshole"
I'm a genius, totally rando (Wait, hold on)
My last show got cancelled
I'm on a handful of uppers, so my hands cold
I'm a planet smashin', vibe destroyer
It's the closest to extreme paranoia
Reinvented twice, I got a new heart, like Moya
This filts sniffin' mixed silk
Chippin' at this paint peeled, distilled
And ether urns, I'm piss freezer burned
Over the fridge chilled (Oops)
Lick Syd spilled (spilled), check the killswitch for script flip skills (Damn)
Your shit is garbage (yeah), my shit is beautiful
Like funeral floral arrangements, surrounding a carcass (Yeah)
Severed heads sittin' in garland
We rollin' like, stiffs in a carpet (Yeah)
Decomposin' a harlet
My skin smokin' out in the daytime
Dry heavin' up garlic
The black cloud over me, is Cormick
The mad is real
I been tellin' my kid it's bad to steal
I come with baggage
Draggin' a dead heroin addict, it's a package deal (Word)
The scabs won't heal
I hate that I love and I'm bothered that I feel (Hahahaha)
I'm playin'
I've been playin' drums since I was watchin' Cosby in the apron, before the bitches drank it (Oh, come on)

Outro:

- Innocent men, women, and children were slaughtered because of us!
- Everybody dies sooner or later