Salting Earth

Intro:

Tearin' flags down, smashin' dead moons, Fatal Dose typhoon

Verse 1:

Bronchio bashed, concentrate high on concentrated hash
Combination gasp
Hands in the mud like cops confiscatin' constipated crack (Eww)
Made it back to mi casa basement lab
I be talkin' to animals on dranks like Doolittle
Sweet tooth for blue Skittles
Dope shootin' in booths, spoon sizzle
A dash in two thimbles, Newman's tool
Monkey shinin', crashin' two cymbals
Everyone tryin' to squeeze the eggs out the mother hen (Nah)
For those that can relate like cutter friends
Skeletals in clusters under beds
Everytime my hand combust, I just grab another pen
Ahhh! Blood hit my face it's a lation
Figure four bodies into insalation
Camp Blood another installation
If I drop another EP, it's instant hatred
I be P-ballin' in Sycamore
That one rap you kicked was kinda cool, bro
But I'd be sick o' more, sick and bored
Sick from spores, spittin' out this vessel like I'm sick aboard
Your sail's down, ship ashore

Interlude:

- You know [?]all you do, son, you rip out his spine and roll it up like a ball in a blacker ball of string
- That's atom bomb stuff, the government has that locked up higher than Fort Knox!

Verse 2:

Yo, no dentin' my megalo ego
Mega don, mega machine modes, chest out flexin' machismo
Red Celexa, TECs in the jean cold
Bullet wounds make easy exits for ego
Stressed but hearin' out dose, from depots
Shrooms ate my life like Wet Smoke and Steve-O
Run up in labs, grab mic chords
Rippin' 'em out, throw your gear out the window
Like the ex kickin' you out
Surfboard track gnarly
Genius like Matt Damon writin' math on a mirror with a black Sharpie
Black tar raps, black Zodiac star chart maps
Spray painted these bars on a tarmac