Lyrics:

Well, it's the high plane's drifter mixed with Jack the Ripper
Dropping lyrics like some weight, or I was sitting on the shitter
Hit you right in the kisser, pop like a blister
Making moves on the track, check mate Bobby Fischer
You're mad at me man like I valeted your sister
Drove her like a whip, and then I tipped her, just picture
This is a vicious one, I'm on a mission son
This is my kitchen, stop your bitching 'til the dishes done
Not like you used tah, might need a boosta
Chop up the beat like I used a yakuza
We got the producer, he's Supa D Dupa
And I am so stoned like I checked out Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Run up on the track, liquor shot
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Run up on the track, liquor shot for
Medusa
No time like now, I'ma get it going
Get the hell off of my cloud
There ain't no room, and I keep growing
Watch me now, I'll go no handed
Got your feet stuck in that granite
Can't stand still, no I can't stand it
Keep it moving other planets
Yeah, that new shit, that future
That old shit be useless
No time for that bullshit
Hang that nuisance from these nooses
Yeah, highly elevated, I feel at home in my zone
Just wanna be sedated
Like my name is Joe Ramone
Bag of bones inside my closet
Bag a weed inside my pocket
Keep it there to keep me cool
Yeah, fuck that drama, I don't want it
Yeah, I run around getting high like you used to
I get so stoned like I checked out Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Run up on the track, liquor shot
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Run up on the track, liquor shot for
Medusa
We got to run up on the track, liquor shot, liquor shot
Even the stoners have we back, liquor shot, liquor shot
I watch the captain and my clock, liquor shot, liquor shot
Boo yaka, boo yaka, see that, liquor shot, liquor shot
You get so stoned you see Medusa from you left a liquor shop
And you know the liquor shot, from Medusa sicker dat
And every time we spit a track, boy ya quote and twitter that
So mark my word for word, pick up every high grade pon that
If I'm Medusa you wan fe see, you know fe do dat
Snake dem inna the head, they left you stoned, ah couldn't you dat
High grade Cali, make you jolly, skunk kush, homegrown
And make you stoned and a dem move you to that
You know how we roll
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Run up on the track, liquor shot
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Run up on the track, liquor shot for
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa (Ward 21)
Medusa (Dirty Heads)
Medusa
Medusa
Medusa