Lung juice splattered on the ceiling/ that's you tattered with hurt feelings/
This is me starting a war, time on my hands, mind runs through no-man's-land/
Let's see what's in store
Stunt bike, excited kid? Time for retirement, on some consignment shit, reeling
from the realest realist, water out ya cup, you spillin' spillin', soul abandonded/
So, lemme smack you with my left-handed, peppermint stamped statement enhancer
I raped the conventions, took the steak from Bennigans, laugh at minute-men
provide intricate sentences for your daily pleasure, breezy with sunny flow, envelope
a endeavor, stop it kid I'm onto you, down for war or whatever ... //