Thylacine

[Intro]
It's just uh, (?), (Tasmania), good ol' American rage, turn that shit, Aussie, Hey Aoi, man

[Verse 1]
Next to call or cuttin' lines up
Nasal congested with synthetics throwin' butterflies up
Waiting 'til the flies come
Pound the flesh on scales 'til the slide's stuck
Hand reach inside intestine to slide guts
On I.V.'s I be bitter
New York preteen killer, Gender-X deviant kief hitter
Feeding off a black and diseased liver
Smoke more dusty leaves than Cheech Wizard
Your lines punch like sorority house pillow fights
Magic dust like Willow in a Bilbo pipe
Prefer blunt fills, purple zig-zag willow size (Willow size)
Prefer blunt filled, bury stress
Endurance armadillo high
I'm about to dumb out, simple Jak going full retard
This is a book burning magazine spark
Put you in the sand like E chard, machine hard
I'll punch your head off further than the distance between Mars
American rage, cross strain, Tasmanian opium lean tar
Gross, Harvey Pekar beard

[Outro]
(?) disappointment and I feel like I can't break free!