Put it back in on the vine with her system
I'm sick, I've smoken up bud and leveled up
Just ring that bell up from the heavens into hell (intergalactic triad killer)
Eyes opened up like Christmas
Escaping bits, foaming out your mouth just like a drunken wizard (you big sucker, I've got you now)
Kicked back, stick a move one's a tooth
You always know the truth
The new Moses part, room is full of laughter
I rock a black attire like a 1960's master
Extra extra you can read all about it
I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong
Trance like a demigod
Stripped the title, snapped the cross
May I call the bluffing all you racist mother (what)
Put it back in on the vine with her system
