Salt Bath

Intro:

You gotta hate, what you firin' at, hate it, come on! Get some gravel, in your cloth, God damn sons of bitches!

It's like that, when that blue bus pulls up glowin', yo

Verse:

Blood in the stool, this dark shit different
Bulldozin' the MoMA, I'm on a artist dizzy
Leeches try to render me dead, is forever eat treads
Spit blood like piss from ketamine heads
I never kneel to love's blade for anointment
I'm not turn my cheek on a maker of poison
Sun is dull, God fearers runnin' for a cross
I got nothin' but empathy and a stomach fulla moths
Wonderful (wow), that's a colorful shroom!
Throw in the vent then start cullin' thе room
Son must be huffin' balloons (Hahaha)
Airplay, for the gullible gooths
What's with thе, hullabaloo?
What legend wanna battle?
I'll catch a case like DOOM's mask in Seattle
Chasin' a white hare in cloak
Been makin' this tight shit since before the great Clone Wars scared the flocks
An old one was melon fans, my hair in locks
Man, I been gettin' hailed with props since Carrot Top
Won't give 'em air or props
I handpaint an acrylic blue sky and a 45 in era Glock
Wrote 13 L's to smoke 12 like I'm scared of cops
With OG Shock, black gougin' out wear the watch
Had a dream this morning before I thought of this
In four nights before that I recorded this