Sizzle Stix

We're not the same species, yeah, ayo
The blunt ash longer than a Dr. Seuss hat
Yippie! Yecko for the Summer (Summer!)
The murky mushes in the tooth plaque
A duth clap, up I lurk ’em (bah!), split a moose cap
Bullet hit the rabbit, in a dulap
Globbidy glob, with the corpses packed, in a gulag
'92 Jak, was pullin' a dead feline out the fridge, I was a cool cat (Hahahaaa!)
I just smoked black hash from Santa María
Bloodbath at Judea, Sangria shakes dipped in, plasma urea
Dumbin’ with the dance moves (Ayo!)
I'm dumpin' on 'em like, Jeff Daniels in a bathroom
Revival on Clearwater, Risin' on a Bad Moon
Cult raps, then I mask goons (Word)
I dead the pattered
Anti Your Bars hoodie created to summon the vans will shed the rappers (Fuck that)
Off the resin batter
I'm leavin' coffee mug prints, off the edge of Saturn
Roll ledge and laughter (Hahahaha)
I chop off, hands for silence
Nobody built, on psychedelic rap like this, to laugh at Random Violence (Word)
But it's only ’til a true artist dies when the fandoms hypest
Fuck all these, Manson hypemen, they pantomimin’

Outro:

- Were you at ever any point, hit with a shot than lysergic?
- Negative, man, he couldn't hit me! He couldn’t hit me, he was shadowboxin'!
- What is the experiment of music
- Is he trying to, define what music might be?
- To do with obviously pushin'-pushin' back the boundaries, and the motivation for the silence is more important than the, final result