When I step into this booth
Otherwise known as my bathroom
You feel the heat coming straight through
Me like Phoenix
Fuck the sky
I'll turn you blue
No left air left in those lungs
Better bite your tongues
Head's too swollen like you just got stung
I'm a rare killer bee like the one
Feeny smashed with his fist
Get those thumbs outta your asses
So much crassnes
it makes my stomach ache
Had to start eating grass, shit
Like a dog
Fuck all these dogs
Like I'm in a position to leap-frog
Straight to the head of the class
I'd take out the trash
But there's too much garbage in the atmosphere
Need a mass Mass
With the new Pope
Not even Catholic
My holy water's actually
milk, piss, and swiss cheese
So dastardly
and fast like The Flash
Just a blur up until I Hulk smash
Cause a crash head-on
Keep my head on backwards
So I can smile, laugh, and wave as
I'm passing by all of these basterds
and see the sad looks on their faces
credits
from The WildaBeast EP,
released August 10, 2014
Produced by Wildabeast