I don't do heroin or GHB But it was mighty fucking friendly that you offered some to me I do things to my eyes that don't exactly help me see But make me really fuckin good at tennis on Nintendo Wii Where'd you even get mescaline and pcp? Don't get me wrong, appreciate it, next time maybe The floaters in my eyes sometimes talk to me They say hey man, when the hell you gonna smoke some more weed?

Ah Ah Ah Ah AR AR I'm gonna spin til I fall down, you can watch me jump around Think I might have smashed your art while I was running down the hall (sorry) Yes I'm talking to you, talking directly to you I can see you through the speakers, I'm in your walls Okay, that's the way I do things! All my friends with gardens grew things! Meanwhile, guess what I've been doing? Here's a hint: my lips are blueing Thinking so hard makes my head hurt Grabbing spoon to eat some more dirt Overheated in my T-shirt Mixing mango pulp and yogurt UH! (Chorus) ...okay now I gotta say it Boot it up, I wanna say that Anticipation nes was made by rare and it's the best The music sounds like Donkey Kong and I could play it all day long I want to show you things I like, I still spend most days getting psyched, but Time goes on and some things change, priorities like gears on bike Free radicals smoke time crystals, but time keeps dripping on Not my best guess, shocked and impressed at who among us lived so long If you'd have wagered whom amongst've said that they would say me? But time still oozed, life confused, and rare made yooka fuckin laylee i mean..... uh… playtonic (made yooka fuckin laylee)

Crabs in my stomach, crabs are my food Crabs in my stomach, got me feelin good Crabs in my stomach, find em on the beach Crabs in my stomach, crabs in my reach Crabs in my stomach, now I pick em up Crabs in my stomach, crabs in my cup Crabs in my stomach, crabs in my claws Crabs in my stomach, crabs in my maw (Crab sees nothing, crab sees all Crab indifferent, crab enthralled) When I introduce myself, you say you know my name I never said my name Never told you my name It's not that big a deal, don't know why I even say I think that its okay It really is okay I know what I, want to do I wanna do what, I wanted to I'm relaxing, feelin' fine Golf club out the window, knocking down street signs Aaaahhhhhhh Frantic feeling setting in Eating coins and rocks and gin Gnawing through the couch cushions Robbing seven eleven Start a fire inside a mall Eat Oreos and see through walls Fall down a hill and skin my knees Fill my tires with gasoline Drive backwards through intersections Rig every county election Park my car and go inside Relaxing day, I'm feeling fine

Ahhhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I get BOINT on a Thursday Feelin kinda thirstay Not a lot inside my cup I started sippin earlay BOINT off the Kirkay Feelin kinda murkay Tryna get into my own residence Using yer key I'm talkin backwards, like backwards, like only talking thatwards And I got my shit so mix and matched I'm feeling kinda bastard-ly Im boutta free base dog hair inadvisedly, Love that way you look at me, it's kicking up my allergies, AHhhh!hhh!! Oh man, I feel like shit, what was even IN that beer and gin and large black coffee and hard seltzer and vodka sprite and several turquoise American sprits and other beer and rainbow unicorn flavored bang energy drink and 125 cartridges of nitrous oxide and 2 40s of olde English 800 high gravity fine malt liquor and 750 milligrams of the shiniest scaliest uncut crab dust you've ever seen in your life and a handful of mushrooms and three tabs of acid and a goddamn double stuff oreo Ya know it was probably the sprite FUCK! (Baby) BOINT on a Saturday Feelin like a travestay Like who the hell emptied my cup? How did it even get this way? BOINT off the Kirkay What the fuck is low key? Tryna get out of my own residence Break the wind-y I feel like Jackie o, like Jackie, whoa, I feel it coming over me I'm searching sand for talismans like wheatus talkin jackie c fresh peefloaf, brain salad surgery, I'm feeling like the brothers three, got swimmers itch all over me, HWHOA-aa! Im feeling like the shadow brothers three, like hey is that a blade I see?! Nope And now you know / Take a trip inside my head I got that wall to wall carpeting I got ceilings so low that you have to duck Construction crew would ask me questions, told them I don't give a single fuck Take a load off, stay a while To get to bathroom, walk a mile I got doors that don't lead anywhere I haven't had a chance to make a map and honestly don't really care

I EAT DOG FOOD I GOT SALMONELLA I EAT DOG FOOD I GOT SALMONELLA Paloma, Vendetta Prosecco, Beretta A prophet's novella Bacterial flagella When I'm up late, in the rafters of Your grandmother's estate, or park pavilion Behind a sewer grate, I got my eyes on you Inhaling distillate, I'm gonna steal your food I know, just what, just what, I gotta say to you I got, my fork, my knife, and I got my spoon I got SALMONELLA I eat DOG FOOD Once I get a foot inside the door there's just no pushing out I've been up all night like a raccoon to plan optimal routes I been firmly asked to leave by muscle the buffet is staffin if I walk out the front door I still know three or four ways back in Sometimes stow away on cruises, hibernate inside the mud sometimes sabotage a sluiceway just to cause a minor flood Sometimes leave out silver dollars to attract neighborhood crows (There's) something that I gotta tell you, something that you outta know I EAT DOG FOOD I GOT SAL-MONELLA I EAT RAT POI-SON AND FIFTY STICKS OF MOZZARELLA / I know that you got that I know that you heard me right Maybe we could top that Maybe it'll be alright Maybe I'll get gangrene Maybe I'll regret it Maybe it'll make a scene Maybe i will let it