Lyrics

Fuck up shit! is what I'm kickin' ever since I nearly sent my womb to her tomb in a deadly incident Nineteen years later killin' fools like Brothers Vincent I'm seen sippin' lean here's your chance to repent I'm the nightcrawler, I've been the wizardly installer Of madness and hysteria since I was a toddler The broken bottler, lemme open up ya jugular vein The boy bizarre battlin' baddies in the backwoods of Maine I hear voices, and they tell me to make choices Questionable unmentionable like blowing up Rolls-Royces Of any honky who steps and proves inept, bumpin' Carly Ray Jep On my way to the spot to buy a billion grams of pot All my foes you thought were hot have been left behind to rot The intangible tangerine-tangy terrorist type The rhyme projector in your sector building up hype Call you on Skype (brring!), just to flash you my ass Runnin' thru your class fast with no fuckin' hall pass "Kid's style's ill!" your teacher might remark But the time she chimes in I'll have escaped into the dark My rhymes reverse time a little bit like Robitussin So sit the fuck back, shut your mouth, and quit your fussin' I know your lustin' for my lovely looneybin words So put your feet up & check the beat cause SeaLab's absurd Once the trip sets in you'll feel a little scurred But just relax, and ride the flow, and don't be such a nerd