Wasted in stasis

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze]

“-I can’t believe my eyes!
-See that little cloud of misty vapour beginning to form like fog?
-Yes! What causes it?
-I wish i knew…”

Yo. it’s Mr.T, Mr. Trellion, Trellfish, Trellington…
Holla..

Yo
It looks as if Mr T’s on another suicide mission
Super fly fishing in some scuba dive equipment
Chinky eyes glazed with the ruby-like glisten
Twitching cause I ain’t blazed the zoot in 5 minutes
I take a hit of the best, stab your chick in the neck [?]
Gibbering wreck till those first tokes tickle my chest
I’m almost ready for bed
But then I’m hit once again with that heavenly scent
Watch me vanish in the vapours
Crash-landing in a lake on some Planet of the Apes shit
Wasted in stasis, I sleep in the boondocks
Cuss more than Gordon, never take my shoes off
I’m that unwanted guest at your front door
Bunning skunk draw, my ghost costume's a parachute
Spider web spindler, spine and neck tingler
It’s time to get into this but who’s got the silvers?
You better pass some here, hop to, on the double
And if there ain’t no green card you’re gonna be in trouble
Trell’s a buddha snob, prone to lose the plot
Cause if I don’t own bluesy buds then I’m truly fucked
Newbie smokers enlightened by my backflip
Technique equal to none, green in my lungs
Equals certified magic, blueberry merchandise addict
Snatch your purse on a search to find cabbage
Necklace encrusted with crystallized nuggets
There’s nothing like a spliff of dried puckerz
I sit and light dutchies till my eyes are bleeding
Why? Cause I like the feeling
Hog your reefer, it’s very nice not to meet ya
Now go away, cause I’ve no time for reasoning
Reefer lit, stunting on some Weasel Knievel tip
I’m blunted off the cheeba hit, sipping chocolate shakes
Bumping Dr. Dre, (Get a job!) Not today!
Lazy cunt blazing skunk since the age of 1
Raging drunk navigating through a maze of junk
Bathed in gunk, I never see the light of day
Sit and light a j, then hibernate in my cave for months
Satan’s son couldn’t even blag me for a couple toots
Weaselitis spreading through my veins, ain’t nothing new
Blue seminar held in a punctured lung
I wanna buy, all I need you to do is front the fund