Rock Form

[Q: The Winged Serpent (1982) Intro]:
I am the Plumed Serpent, I fly, and I crawl, Earth, and air, mud, and sky, I have fallen, but I shall rise again!

[Verse]:
This rap is an outlet so I'm not responsible for rappers found stiff in prostitute drownings
In the lake, where my town is (Yeah)
Dumpsites were routed
These punches, will go through walls like, obese people, removed from their houses
After shows I'm gettin' twisted likе Montel, over Co-bank smell
Droppin' a bomb shеll, it's dumpsites at bombshells
In court, Ramirez pentacle palm held
I'm out on the block, coppin' space parks like Cotswell
I feel like this a psych ward courtyard
Gettin' high, and just walk around
I come off the top like, cops have to talk me down
I'm too removed to understand (huh?), what anybody talk about
I'm off the hook like, dead cows on the floor bleedin', in a slaughterhouse
I'm spittin' crack like Snoop in Trainin' Day
Flamin' eightball leaves, baked and faded and scraped toolies
I hate cool beams
Double dippin', hate cool vitch?
That go around serial killin' 1998, Cage groupies (Hahahaha)
These streets ice-cold, site soaked
White snow on the peacoat liner
.45 chrome, followin' Ms. 45 home
This pork oil, no soy raps
This Chinatown, I destroy cats
Cult shit, I coined that (Yeah)
These punches, they like a waterboy sap
Pullin' up on MCs that look like they fallin' outta boy bands
That boy's snapped, like I be tossin' steroids back

[Outro]:
Now I'm gonna be, candid with you and let you know that, I don't know what I was thinkin', I came up with this particular design, but, I was under the influence of, cocaine and heroin and marijuana and, LSD and mushrooms and, some Ecstasy and you know how sometimes you get that cocktail just right and then there's just a BOOM!