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Unconventional testicular apparitions position decisions
on my wishes to make dishes of fishes But that’s suspicious
and vicious and nowhere near as delicious as the swisher sweet that’s about to diminish
Add the dust of angels, and then I start twitchin
they put me in the truck and they take me to the clinic
3 incisions on the back of my neck and Triaminic.
They tell me not to struggle, it’ll be over in a minute.
They come in with razors, slice all my clothes off
load me up with Zoloft, shoot me with a blowdart,
Having premonitions in a past life I was Mozart
physicians seem to grimace as they fumble with my flowchart
I’ll have no part in becoming a robot
veins being cut and spliced with a crock pot
but that’s What got, my mind so shazbot
has beens and have nots half twiztid and half cocked.
OH MY GOD, P.C.P., WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I LOVE MY L.S.D., I NEED MY THC!!!
OH MY GOD, P.C.P., WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I LOVE MY L.S.D. I NEED MY THC
Thc to the 4 2 zero
everybody know that I’m the home town hero
still tho people look at me like I’m a weirdo
maybe cause I’m trippin and I’m hangin’ out the window
my skin glow with every single color of the rainbow
it’s painful to imagine every place my brain go.
Picadilly barbeque monkey sauce tango with a chicken fried manatee and a mango
fandango, just like Sammy J up in a Kangol I strangle any *** that’ll let my winkie dangle.
I took twenty hits of that acid now I’m feeling spastic, I think I’m a plastic Easter basket
and I’m stuck in traffic
and some how I even know tha words to shaggy’s boombastic.
What tha *** up with dat ***? Now it’s getting drastic
I slashed my flaccid *** off my body with a hatchet and stashed it, right inside my granny’s wooden casket
but don’t blame K this acid got me blasted.
OH MY GOD, P.C.P., WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I LOVE MY L.S.D., I NEED MY THC!!!
OH MY GOD, P.C.P., WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I LOVE MY L.S.D., I NEED MY THC!!!
Straight from the top, I rock yo spot with micro dots mushrooms and pot
and plus I got some tater tots but I think that they’re frozen.
But that’s alright will get through the night by trippin our nuts off, high as a kite
by takin just a teeny bite of the cactus that I’ve chosen.
I’m seein nekkid Indians like Jim Morrison
I wish I could begin again just like Finnegan
lacin’ up that buddah with that dust’ll make me start to grin
kinda like that Cobain fella all up on that ***
but that *** there’s a sin, I’ll never stick a needle in
I’d rather get all dusted up with a big ol’ *** with a hairy chin
so you just go and keep on tryin’, soon you gon’ be dyin’
so why not just let dust and weed and acid do yo’ flyin’?
OH MY GOD, P.C.P., WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I LOVE MY L.S.D. I NEED MY THC
OH MY GOD, P.C.P. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
I LOVE MY L.S.D. I NEED MY THC
I NEED MY THC
I NEED MY THC
I NEED MY THC