Killing Jokes

[Intro]:
Fuck, these fuckin' sardines, man, they tryin' to fuckin' martyr me Try play me like a lawyer sack, FDR shit, Mossberg to the saddle goose, set it right off, man, yo, yo

[Verse]:
Scalp a rapper then tag the cap is real (Cap)
I dome Jupiter's gassish fields, Catholic peeled (What?)
The alchemy of drugs make magic real, kill heroes got fans
Foldin' flags, faces slit the folded flaps
I hatch pushpins that hold it back
Excedrin, turn my skin green, fluorescent
Like glowstick snaft, stone sick (Oh)
I'm so baked out and high (What?)
I walk around with a sherpa, and a mountain guide
Stare at the sun 'til both my eyeballs calcify
Gravity from a bong hit pull a arc up
Jak bars is dark, son
Punches like bar-gun
The Great Galactic Zork
Chainsaw canvases for an art buzz
Bird shots shatter the heart in parked doves (Buah)
Perv in the bed, Karl Hungus, coke in blunt split
That's cold for duece scales and gut 'em like hung fish (Woah)
Acid tracers, twelves latter shape
Triangle lasers, caps in vapor
Chop heads off, I'm the shogun's, decapitator
Albino alligator with the coke stained snout
Blow brains out like hired hits
At Cobain's house, spit, bones break down
Away we go (Away we go)
On that away team flow
Pushin' a cart out in the field retarded like radio

[Outro]:
You've committed the grievous sin of sacrilege by the heap false confessions, this is one of the most awful sins a Catholic can commit, do you realize that you can burn in Hell forever for this one sin? Do you understand that for two years the power of sanctifying grace was absolute from your soul? If you had died at any time during those two years, you would right at this instant be burnin' in Hell, your immortal soul would have descended directly into the arms of Satan