Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Diamond colored spine

Armadillo armor that bends around the blades

Bugs in the beard

Ebony in the lungpiece

Bricks in the Timbs

Bazooka in the tooth that he's flashing at your friends

This is the lifestyle, baby

Know and sip the recipe

Not a single innocuous side up in the centerpiece

Oh my god

Journalists across the globe are officially critiquing my first eight bars



[Verse 2]

Piety for the fam, embargo piggybackers

Navigate sim-city backwards

Bazooka Tooth, baby!

Zephyrs less dextrimental expect to tone down terrordome for starter crews

Like jousting Pompeii with a garden hose

If you wake up to the sound of helicopters bumping violence

Bodycast the Palotti's class

Buckle in the Bronx back alley batting cage with bottle smacks



Drag them prophecies, be them celestine or Mothman to the bumper boat monster mash

See, the pristine kittens fiddle with new yarn

Decrepit sickly dogs get shot behind the barn

One shamp put in long hours like ten liddies lava lamps

To be second headlined under the boy born with lobster hands

Isolated, biological phenomenon

First nocturnally orchestrated car alarms

Y'all sketch portraits of your neighbors, tack em up without fail

See a robored pitchforks and alligator tails [?]

Offical Max Fischer bloom break cable clipper (Def)

Picket train buffer, the riverboat, and the switcher (Jux)

Pipe-dreaming that so fresh and so clean plummage

Is an appleseed of bore that resorts to Bazooka Tooth shit



You don't want me smiling at your cameras