Woodford (exte. verse)

Blotter art, I rip bladders apart
Edged with subject, rep the Coven
As the horror bomb, threat the public
Fans with P.S.I helmet plugins
Protective lens's busted
In convalescence, mescaline puppet
Genetics fucked with, in the lab
Experiment with mustards
Synthesize human experiment
My sweat's a psychedelic substance
Vision quest, set up tents at the edge of summits
My trip peaks intense, lens combusted
My tentacles stretch to the sun, edges touching
Fuck rap, I drown my ex like nothing for stress reduction
I arm acres
My estate barricade, pounds of work
Artillery shells, rice sacks, white flags pulled down and burned
The cult Waco
My farm down to burn
When that big cow come out and burst the block shakes and blacks out
Like I'm letting off howitzers
My left knuckle got callous powder burns
In circles I'm Satan
Feet first covered in blood when I came out the earth
I'll cave out your earth
I'm made now
Take out your turf
Go to the funeral bake out the hearse
I'm high right now
These cats is platform view
I'm way out this earth
Spaced out from sherm
K out, raid house and face down in work
We got tecs and get straight down to work
Like Mexicans with rakes down in dirt
Say you down, I'll wind back and knock you straight out your shirt
Spit demented
Your bitch she pregnant? The saw make two graves out of her