Repellent

Intro:

Oh, what the fuck, you know what I'm sayin', just turn on the fuckin' mic, remember that fuckin' sparkle jacket? Fuckin', fleshy mirror jacket, shoe and shit, yo, fuck outta here, yo, yo

Verse:

Apocalypse sky, on Mulholland then Drive
With the palm o' olive, rollin' the Holland inside
Dust flakes in coke that's onyx in white
I'm straight droppin' a pipe, Kollege Kidd pocket lens swipe
Martyr, I block the sun like Harvard
You a starter, lettin' off air shots, like how harp works
I'm a saint fallin', wingman burn
Layin', offin', new pack fresh, I rip the tape off it
I bent bodies to fit graves, like state coffins
Wig tossin', spittin' lean like Dwayne coughin'
Gang walled in, paint walls pissed
Blade all in, then watch it slowly slip out like Jake walked in
Gonzo crew news anchor, cadavers and nude dancers
Glam base spots out, like New Hampshire
Home vids of murderin', that's a Crime Watch
Under psyops, lens illuminate like wise hops
More off the chain bars than a bike shop
I'm Robbie Hart with the Z, leanin' on a Eye Rock (Hey, what's up?)
Me and the bulls hold Mötley cyphers, lobby nighters
Huntin' through sukru cyborg raps with bodies wired
Lung quarter epoxy liner on apocalypse watch for flats
This strap saggin', on soggy diapers
Fire like a crackhead spit, volcanic hiccups
Skinnin' dimes behind the strip club
I'm a bit mixed up (uhh), at your album release pissin' in the mixed nuts
66 albums each 6 bucks (Man)
I live for this sick stuff, lick blood
Backyard of the crib mud, I bury retarded bodies (like who?), like the RZA (Wait, hold on)
No PC daze, just some skippage and greasy stains
Burn Salzburian green pea trays
Fuck critics, I shoot at the TCA
Wash each teen's brain
Sell my albums with acid under the CD trays
Deep feed brain, active again, BTK

Outro:

I must go, please remember that when I'm not in the house, I do not wish you to enter this room