Spazoli

Intro:

- Mountain gypsy people who have always kept so much to themselves, that they become almost legendary, I recognized who
- Being Harold, (?)
- Ohh what, what's happening?
- Look, Jack's tryin' to escape, and he's even tryin' to get the others to go with him!

Oh fuck, man, hmm, a lotta politics, man, a lotta, a lotta politickin', you know, a lot of excuses and shit, man, just rappin' and shit

Verse 1:

Pessimist bum with a big grin, harborin' negative stuff
Lines punch like Luis Resto in lettin' his gloves
Walk over severed heads poppin' lookin' like eggs gettin' crushed
When I spit the dead gettin' up
Fin' go out with menstrual pain, I'm a special case
Wizard on a stump smokin', blowin' out celestial shapes
Dissected brains (what?), carried in luggage, that's a mental case
Slap a water walker, I tread through flames
Squat like, hunter gatherer
Smoke dirt weed out the catheter
Schizoaffective, you gotta ask him first (Who?)
Inside o' my head looks like a short yellow schoolbus, with passengers
Bum shit, I sleep on rappers, freak power (Freak power)
And burn grills like cheap powder, creep prowler
This rap clicky shit
Turned to a buncha towel whippings into steam showers (Yeah)
Don't rap, just make the beat louder x4

Verse 2:

Yeah, yo, I hit the mud salty
The pen drenched to see Hip Hop Lenny Bruce
My writing arm will be the death o' me
My room fulla mad machines like Wick-Wicky
For shroom hunters, if you bite my shit, it will get trippy
The misinfo got us dizzy
Pick me if feds step, I'll fuck up the test like my piss bleached
They kissin' Chrissy (oh), too simpy
All these Molly Depeche Mode synth beats, autotunin' sissies
I raid the stash and evade the map
I been dead inside like an OD in a vacant trap
I'm a hangman, a loop cutter (Huh?)
I'm peepin' out a black room (what?)
Seein' black suits like Blues Brothers
Ring bells, made the herd shoot uppers
Whole class, pickin' on me (What?)
Bazooka Tooth cover