I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I’m that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I’m concerned I’ve got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What’s your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and i’ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you’re God damned right
I’m on ’em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers