Window Pane

Intro:

They came to a swimming pool, angels in a chlorine

Verse:

Yo, yo, don't betray the cloth, 'til I'm Keegan mosh piles
Splice cheap rappers could force a reanimated corpse style
I'll be in Paris hotel hangin' like Amshel Rothschild
Off child, I hold my ground like I got an arm full of floor tiles
The new Ricky Six, double hex Wiccan, a six sixes
Rapists in a cancer ward, fuck who's the sickest
Spit and sip it (yeah), fuck rap, I did it
That's why a murder scene's explained in what I written
Scene close to home and vivid, I'm anothеr alien that thinks he got a visit by aliens
I hеard during my birth that first Presbyterian
It looked like the doctors were pullin' out an eel through a caesarean
Higher than UFO's docked in a hallow worth built by Aryans, indigo aquarian
4th degree active Luciferian, I'm gettin' worse
Family visits they don't want me there
Ringin' in my ears got me scared (Oh)...
My brain rot chalky lines it's an old spool of yarn
To you I'm dark (word) but I'm still (?) like Hulk Hogan's fanny pack at amusement parks
Cartoon bizarre, planned stole trippin' out a huge cigar
I'm too lit, I can't even move an arm
I'm a bio-digested food thought
I'm just a doofus in a propeller hat with suspenders, goof-off
A screwball with a crude ratchety Scrooge cough
- I got nothin' to comment within with you!
Wait...
- Don't you talk to me!
Wait, wait, shit, bring that back
- Do you hear what I'm sayin'?
Yo, renamed but smokin' the same like the new Snoop Dogg
Studio smoked out like a pool hall
I'mma spit 'til I'm old, Robert Duvall
You could come find me, I be trippin' out my show Upstate in Newports
Rappers mad (fuck that), sniffin' 'em bath Moon salts
Mount fulla Percs lookin' like I chew chalk
In the whip with my bitch, breakin' up a Q-Ball
You all countin' sheep, make sure to snooze off

Outro:

- And this glass fills, is only in them I suppose...
- You speak directly to me, we are in a complete harmony, we are inseparable, there's no conflict and purpose here as there is among mankind, do not engage in combat, or violence of any kind
- Why should we?
- When we can scatter quietly like seeds, in the wind...