Smoke Herder

Intro:

Today's guest one of those rare artists, who defies pidgeon whole category descriptions, sings, plays piano, writes, and has earned an avid following in the in-Folk fields

Verse:

Yo, bad trip, journey fail, pop turkey tail
Terpenes and dirty nails, stuff drums with 30 bails
Pale green Percs in bud, typewrite for purps in mud
Lip kizato on burpin' blood
Syringe insert the mud, the Earth is buzzed
The nurses stuck, wait, bore on a serpent tongue
The vein grew, feed off negative fiеnds too
Soul covered in Ghostbusters, pink oozе
Sinful, puppet in the jumpnote, strings pulled
Bars got the fridge, cabinets and sink full
Sand bags stuffed in mud pack, parapets
I'm seein' risin' tides over the flood flats in my marinette
Blood fingerpaintings on palace steps
Caps get, Alan wretched, put 'em all on ice like Hollibeck
Ketacid journalist, Earl in rabies
Motel carpet swirl in paisley, in the world of mainstream (What?)
I'm the Earl o' shady
Duckin' obsessed rappers like this girl is crazy (This girl is crazy!)
This exclusive, in the crib, catchin' beats all night
Household abusive, redressin' a cute stiff
Put the left kick, on the right wrong (Fuck)
But the shoe fit, true Brit
Catalogues, appendix sick, like Houdini's, flew Bibby's
And hit a big Chupa baffoonish, blue meanies
This ain't an artist stay, Don Ricardo's in
Put my heart in it, drag Celexas to the carpet mint
The mold harvested, Lonely Heart sergeant on a orange hit
Say no more, Carrogi's lit