Terpene Terrapin

Verse 1:

Yo, yo, I don't know much about block crap
But I'll smoke the rappers who bought those tickets to go see Rock next
God's threat
Body of man with ox head
I punch lines that stuck knives where the knot ends (Wait, hold up)
This scene plucked with fans
I still leave shrooms like leaf cutter ants
Bible pages ablunt the verse flames
A weedhead, of leaves out severed eight
Fans (fans) give me pills like a nurse aid
Flick letters short for drugs that's wordplay
Dab Dopolis stab blocks in a ter? pace (Damn)
Lay down some dark shit like a cursed place
Get jumped in your crib, Happy Birthday
I don't care if you have mad tapes and shirts made

Interlude:

- This guy's been stoned since the third grade
- I'm seein' things, I think it might be because of these drugs the army put me on, but if you could uh, just get me well enough to get back to base
- Aight!
- I have but one question for you, can you attend my class? It is for your own good, and if you can make it, I can make you

Verse 2:

Blood smashed
Had to drop new shit (What?)
Two bipolar kids
Every four bars that's manic quadruplets
Colonoscopy lenses peep deep shit (Eww)
I stomp aseismic plates who are deep dish
A sesh of lines like a fiend's sniff
Got rappers all seizin', look like I got hired to clean fish
Hydraulic skinning machines for the sheepish
Five enemies deep in, everything greenish (Wow)
Why even be this (Yeah)
Now everyone vein get slit, stream it

Outro:

Lord seein' 'em doin' that, everybody out of the pool, that's it, everybody, get out, get out, get out, get out, everybody