S7- Acid In the Oolong (Melting Cultivar)

Yeah yeah, keep it rolling. (from moon up) 12:07 AM (to moon down). Make it that next day shit. Yo, Blak Church Record (we slit her throat there, to hold that flame) J23 alumnus Yo, yo Six virgins suicides with pride get hobbled erectile This world Earth mother raped us to make God's will for X-Files My E-meter soaking in orgones The sick lay half dead on beds filed Greys in suits preach pestilence as Illuminati soap box reptiles Synthetic angels draw razors on expressions to etch smiles My veins running a red Nile Vision quest, head dress holding heads rolled from necks to the feet of an ?? rival Once the blood pumps, up chuck, pharmac insulin pumps pus I'll punch up, ghost to the netherworld, crash em into the sun's crust Ritual slaughter, I'll head hunt and cannibalize ship chambers Blood drunk off blood lust Carpenter, this carpet cutter tongue spun Peel open his hyde, sun dried like a rug hung You cuff sluts I control and handcuff cunts to radiators These haters need to go club with Reverend's son Hollow tips, dump slugs Stick in his head like dum-dums In night shade, at night shades drawn I get my sleep on before sun up "Look c'mon, wake up. No stop it. I made you tea, drink your tea." (......??......You can do anything you want to do. We'll help you, don't worry we'll help you. "You will?" You can do anything you want to do. "Can I play my music loud?" [laughing])