These noxious walking toxins
Talking boxes round my conscience
Dumb Pontius Pilot heavy
Run it sweaty, betty
Ready with the colorful shit
Make a wonderful mix for a bundle of kids
Matchsticks lit and this
Matching hit to hit, yo f*cking hit this shit
Before you miss this shit
Got the blunts in orbit this
Like Copernicus
You're not worth my spit
F*cking unearth my gist, so you get it
Won't forget it when I set it
Revolve around my present
Making waves with the waves that I'm sending
A lunar loon with the looney tunes rented
A groovy dude with a bluesy croon in his chest and
Got the lettuce covered like dressing
Best in the best in the best I confess
You're a mess, I'm a message
Leave you dressed in your best with your blessings
Bless you, I'm sneezing you're snoozing, yo who's this
Heavy
Cancer in my gums
Cancer in my tongue
Cancer in my lungs
Cancer in my gums
Cancer in my tongue
Cancer in my lungs
Sick every day and what I say ain't sensible
My mental must be missing, the sense of thought appearing
I'm not hearing what they say behind my back
Till I hit the wax, then I hear that... wack
As a matter of fact, rewind that back
I said I hit the wax till it's black, till I'm wacked out
Then I act out, my friends say I'm past help
My pen says I have Hell in my gut
Or a hell a lot of stuff, what the f*ck's enough
I'm not coming out of here
I'll fear anything that moves
I'm lucid but useless. I used to be music
Now I'm a toothpick
Picking wax like a q-tip
Man I must be the kid, skidding out
Feeling out of it
I'm out for f*cking pounds of it
You think I'm f*cking proud of it?
I am, shit
Manson how I kill it
Manson how feel it
Cancer in my gums
Cancer in my tongue
Cancer in my lungs
Cancer in my gums
Cancer in my tongue
Cancer in my lungs
Dumb