don't worry baby

should i pop slugs
should i sale drugs
should i become a murder and kill kings cubs

should i devorce love
should i break hugs
should i cut throat chickes low rize above

pin pricks and drum sticks vibrate picks
G-strings tickle passion juice trickles
and pickles become grim sickle cells
cripples moon vehicles collide dicks
die dried did d p j's hooks chop n drop
leaving i wit a dot at the top not
a lone but wit a gurl fully grown
quick cash she's a G we make oneness
come on ya'll and clap to this
remix mixture a creature from the mystic
plains picture cutting out the game
boy pop up books gets stump
doing the bump to death banging
head on my foot producer of lumps
chicken pox rocking speaker
didn't know gangsta was squillers
yeah no one iller slave saves prison
time hell yeah mines minds notice

"should i" fuck it repeat it

i know others can't see me
because i'm swimming in a fantasy
reality of invisible walls produce by web masters
in the mist of disaters and chaos
the popcorn lung shall fly