Lyrics:

Oil of love, swimming in a zodiac

Lion's den, pig juice, crown on the dingo king

I got a line to the stars, I got wire to myself
I'm gonna use all you pigs for something else, yeah yeah
Sufi's in the penthouse nailed to a wall of flesh

Yeah, super judge rolls up on every pussy-fool in town

I got meat in my hands, I got an eight in my head
I'm gonna bleed on this town until it's red
Oil of love, swimming in a zodiac

Yeah, lion's den, pig juice, crown on a dingo king

I got a line to the stars, I got a wire to myself
I'm gonna use all you pigs for something else

Yo man, what you need?
Nickle bag
Fuck that I don't work that small

Yo how about an eight?