Caustic

I got the soda Caustic I spit like a cobra I got the soda Sweet, but I don't mean the cola Caught in my bola Call me the chemical pagoda You know the drill Like I'm chill a La Mode Until the coda Song leaks like a battery Acid freak in your jam space Acrid beast devour the hands, face, and feet of the clock ‘til every hour is for steeping the pot And I mean green tea in the spot I’m keeping it hot Like Beeblebrox reaching across The ash pit for a pan galactic To even the shots out drastic Loosen up my verbal gymnastics I gotta put a little note there with an asterisk Saying even my fine print’s so fantastic, yo Everything I kick is a classic Like I’ve got Welles under my boots Vain, horsing with Orson Coming to shoot Kane Like I’ve got wells under my boots Walk on water, I won’t go there Hell’s under my boots, I don’t care Let me bring in the ride Like it’s a garage A symbol of speed You can’t see it Like it’s a mirage M1, make a monster flip Semi-auto automobile with oil sponsorship Come on Not buying it, eyeing it, maybe trying it Cause with you and I in it We could just fly a bit higher But with compromises strewn I’d be traumatized so soon Could I still cauterize the wound My will proper But someone prophesies for doom Thrill shopper and pill popper Disguised in tune Can’t get too far but I go too far