Peruvian Torch

"So you want me to explain myself? Is, is what. well.."
"Well yeah, I wish we had the time now. Ahhh, I'll tell what we'll, ahh we'll get some crushed ice for him, and then we'll do a commercial and when we come back you just tell us what you were up to, and then we'll visit about other things. Alright?"
"Okay."
"Okayy."

Burner to your bean-cake (what up)
Laser beam range
Or banana split your wig three ways
Walker crematorium
Bodies I catch I cremate
Black robe, Bull Sky lodge is where the beast stays
I'll leave you face-down in the sand, flies and fleas came, gutted
Insides left outside on a beach day
We're where the thieves lay
So many unmarked sparking at your apartment, you'd think the D's came
Those skeezes you saw on my arm, E weight
Bellies full of bombs like decay
They're under my house, decayed
You can smell the decay
I called out scenes, I want what Meeks made
I congregate black mass
And shoot thru the stee in this pusher's brief case
Fuck clubs, bunch of posers rolling like a Greek play
All I spit is heat flames, I'm starving
My appetite you don't feed sea grain
I'm on the grind underground digging ditches
Back whipped with my feet chained
Arm out the car amp, waving at your fam, that's a heat wave
Slide open the van door, heat aimed
Twelve deep, my whole team blaze
Let off like a gang of bats out a deep cave
Trees ketamine stained, I can't seem to keep the heat straight
I straight clean space in your attic with a large caliber .38
I'm a creep offbeat, I cut up teens, I can make three eight

Distorted surreal
Deprivation a pill
Near death experience the thrill
Wrote my will
Brave new world look what I build
Tryptamine spilled
Peruvian torch, I'm San Pedro on the hill
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Feds sweep lakes, finding fiends taped
Corpses smelling like cigarettes at free base
My face in a magazine page
I want Garland Greene fame
I once wore a woman's head as a hat driving across three states
Paranoid 'cause of the sheet's strength
On the run from government psychics like Dream-scape
I'll put you to sleep on ice while the silence 9 give your dreams skates
I tweak, slap your hat beak straight
I replace your eyes with mirrors, and send your reflection off under God's green plains
Punches strong enough to lean weight
My swag made me a king that bitches fan and feed grapes
Pulled out her tongue, licked it, licked off the E paste
How does E taste

Distorted surreal
Deprivation a pill
Near death experience the thrill
Wrote my will
Brave new world look what I build
Tryptamine spilled
Peruvian torch, I'm San Pedro on the hill