Defective

[Intro]:
- We don't drink blood or sacrifice children if that's what you're wonderin', we do our best to fight such things
- But what is this ritual? What are you trying to do?
- Nothing Satanical, at least we hope not but evil will be there
- Why should I believe you?
- You have to

[Verse]:
On what shoreline is this?
Adrift on seven channels with open sails
Vessel bottom bumpin' into 60 live and bloated whales
Belly up, I'm an island for seagulls
Six stones, brimstone and trickle, go cry fetal
I'm hot measels, pukin' slag
Subtractin' plus sized humans
From the radius, do thе math
Yours, mine, everybody, music trash (Garbagе)
If I'm a nerd, then I'm the Unabomber, doin' math
High as a mink coat, I'm watchin' Bug Wars
Smoke in shatterin' muck work, wrote this in drug court
Solo flexin', like Bolo in Bloodsport
Attack all corners to the buck hours
Think I grew vegetables rottin' away the crops sour
The flow, is ready rock powder
I'm clippin' students like I was Whitman, from the clock tower
My marbles loosened, no legs or arms screwed in
I'll have an altar boy shoot the cardinal at communion
I target the union
Bars and Arnold, when he started juicin'
Helicopters sprayin' LSD into a riot, this mass confusion

[Outro]:
Jack, my son, you must go to the market right away and sell magnolia, bye, Jack