Price Is Right

Mr. Marmalade
In a Codeine sea of Orangeade
Blue-magic dope
Orange/beige
I bring gats to cave parties
Part the waves
Straight from Mars
Spitting bars of flames
I eat bars
And barf on stage
I got charm
Arm in a sling
My G.H. game is off-the-chain
I sniff salt
Grip hawks
Cut off your chain
Barrel like a broom handle
Dust off your frame
I feel like exes
The way they get love off my name
They all sucked off my fame
My coven cloth
No cut-cloth the same
Hype when I raise arms
Like full Special Ed class attendance with ARs
That supergrass flame spark
My brain is about as big as grapes are
Cops get buried under state farms
Hungry
My stomach's sounding like AR's
So sedated I'm seeing eight arms

My bio: wet brain and dead cells
I rep Hell
Nod off
Red devil breath hell
Rip seal off pack
Chem' smell
Take ovals
Yellow and white egg-shell
O.D. - rest well
Lay back
Let your mania thrown fits between themselves
Synthetic bags on XL
Sweat gels
My flesh
Codones ringin head-bells
Soul so heavy it could walk my skeleton out itself
I'm bored, in fact, I'm bored of rap
All of my perverses border that
I want to be a bored young Jak
Setting fires
And dissectin the corpse of cats
Fuck verses
And chorus tracks
I'm Heath Ledger right before the nap
Bong attached to my face like a snorkel mask
After my performance
I leave a horse hoof cracked