Wonderful Coma

Verse 1:

Wonderful, it's wonderful! Yo, trucks will dredge me out the slug piss, all to kill me
Bleed out writers with the pen it's submerged in paths like water lilies
Everyone say they the illest, ill iller fans
Cleaner pills spiller, my smile wider than thrill killers (Yay!)
Ultra Gonzo paid rank off the sizzard sheets
Winter freeze, stuck like dollar bills and clappin' stripper cheeks
Teratoma just, carcinoma
Dehydrated cat hexic (what?), epileptic, diabetic
One man is a island, they die pathetic
Made him fly in medics
Slash your viewpoint with the blade, diametric
Violent tension residual scraped off it
Sniper gear lookin' dumb on the stand like, Sean Penn (Boo)
In the black forest, I'm Jack Torrance
Pacin' back and forth inside the mansion, behind the thorn hedge
Quite studious though, on accumulus flow
Maniacal with the pen like Dr. Julius No
Red typewriter couldn't be more chillify worth
Floatin' on a giant Oxy like a penguin on a iceberg
Colossal drapes over the bodies like Bengali flow
No wop, kickin' off the waves like this since Mazzio
I just copped golden caps out in Ozweego
Went to go find my wallet in El Segundo, I'm adios

Interlude:

They went to Hell x4
- Quick, let us in!
- Yeah, quick somebody hurt!
- Come on, somebody open the door!

Verse 2:

Yo, I put a young MC's head in the stone cold ice and bust a move
Let your arms clip like limbs in a banzai buckaroo
Dope shit, drug balloon
Yo' dead girl covered in insects, she's above the moon
The water nuts' yuckaroo
I'm not up for hooks, we got a leaper on a bridge (Wooo!)
Sleeper cell mad cold, melatonin in the fridge
Made this hold-up in the crib, just did a hold-up in a wig (Freeze!)
Rappers only cold wearin' Togas in the crib (Hahahaha!)
I was artsy boredom (What?)
I'm tryna get kissed and think and let my shitty past party forum
Trolls roll out (roll out), thermite cookies inside of the tall house
Buildin' tension like a no-show crowd (Booo)
Infertily
I'm pullin' my aura around like the elderly draggin' ventilators to the infirmary
Wavemakin' on a set to a surfer seen (Hey)
Sorry for the pom buildin', bros, it's the nerd in me (Ah)
Lit one roach in a book bag, smokin' packs
Scope my tracks (tracks) with the survival kit and folded map
FDR not the new deal axe (nah) on the new brill
We like to pepper the salt before the wounds heal

Outro:

Hi-ho, whaddaya know, we're makin' heat!