The Yage Letters

Verse 1:

My brain coalslaw, the reason used to go raw
Cut your neck short, like a coal straw
Shroomhead uprooted, in the dirt 'bout to grow stalks
Ghost Dog, blast albums, drown out the bonesaw
This track is cluttered, synthetic downers
Sold the plastic uppers, I'm a casket usher
Pull up, like a masked abductor
Earthless acid crusher
Psych lingo
Caps distro when the Syd low
Bucky with dust in the disco, awesome, I'm pitchin' Garcia windows
Slip a lit dose, stretch drugs longer than ODB's, limo
Layin' up with Half a Mil, and my wig blown

Interlude:

Once you have known a higher point, a lower point I think, tends to feel strange and unnatural to you

Verse 2:

Raps sold Diana, Jonestown Temple turnouts
My brain work like termites under dirt mounds
Burned out (Uhh?)
Don't work with Jak he's a fuckin' burnout
Bonfires if the herd's down
Handful of razorblades while I surf crowds
Tush and match the Percs down
This is Mayhem, I'll smoke the Church out (Hahaha)
King late to the land with defensive wounds sweatin' like I'm fresh off a workout
I really live with the witch in the cursed house
Waxed image shatterin'
Smoke filled my lungs off shatter bids 'til it collapsed 'em in butane gas o' mint
Heavy reclaim out, molasses rigged
The energy pushed like when two magnets kiss, Riverbull Fiasco
Jungle toad sappo? lick, psychoactive with sacrilege
Everything's been said chew maggots
I'm close to Upstate dummy out in the cabin like, Anthony Hopkins in Magic

Outro:

This stuff look like it could hurt you