S2- King Vajra

(The strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of the city. The King bowed low. "Bow to the strangers who are within my land, and destroy them all.") [excerpt from The Wizard of Oz]

Black Sicily
Me and my people stay bent roping them heroin bails
Bend scales
I'm higher than chem-trails
I'm higher than a drug smuggling rowboat with hemp sales
My fans like hippies, baked outside of my venues like it's Woodstock
They all be setting up tents there
I'm beyond tough talk and intense stares
Gun in my face I've been there
Right now you an asthmatic looking up at a thousand intense stares
Wrenched hairs
Hammer to his roof, attic split
This that overly medicated psychotic happy shit
Punch him out of his own skin like Itchy and Scratchy did
Scratch that, I snatch off his skin faster than a table cloth in magic trick
I come dolo unfrisked
Eleven ounces strapped
Cats brought their super preteen power packs
I'm not just out of town
In fact I'm a destroyer of worlds
I'll kill a small town in one hour flat
My goons out the sour patch
We run in houses, clown masks
?? down in black
Dish-gloves, kicks covered in shower caps
Drove here, my whip smelling like gun powder and sour grass
You get Mickey Mouse glove full palm in the face pit powder slapped

(The strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of the city. The King bowed low. "Bow to the strangers who are within my land, and destroy them all.")

Napalm in my belly dropping heat when I'm fly
I spit heat when I'm high
I heat up these two heaters can weld the sea to the sky
This real shit
I come out the black face in the forest like the naked first man with spear tips
Chauvinistly punch a beat girl rapper in the mouth mid-lyric
You get split
Apply the kiss from a cobra's lip serum
Cut out their pits, pull out their pride, cut out their tits
And strip spirits, I'm god bodied
Punch this pilot, the way I watch the torturous sun
Lost in dust looking shook at battles 'cause I perform on drugs
I'm not a G, dope boy, gat or not trying to come off as thug
Just flip that flag upside down
Burn patriotism, anarchy, word to my daughter's blood

(We know that once a person is perverted, it is practically impossible for that person to adjust to normal attitudes in regards to sex. Yes much of this material has been described as an illustrated detailed chorus in perversion.) [excerpt from George Putnam in "Perversion for Profit".]