Cancer [BONUS]
Cancer and Cannabis
Mama please don't be mad at this
Drama clearly is the stoned
Commas weekly
Living freely
Sniffing briefly
Thinking deeply
Buying shit cheaping
Split you down the middle
Play my fiddle
Got crystals on my neck
Hold on a sec
(Check mic check)
What the heck this tech my deck
It's blown to smithereens
Cancer and Cannabis
Mama please don't be mad at this
My neck and wrist frozen
It's safe to say I'm the chosen
I follow the golden
I bow down to Odin
I open a broken casket
Take a step back
Gag at it
Spit these like I'm a myth
Slit up ten tits
With ten hits
With pеn shit
Fuck the Smiths
They are Frtiz
Opеn a packet of ritz I took out of my jacket
You maggot you stole my last basket
You faggot you stole my last rabbit
Today's the sabbath
Get amazed at my habits
Gadgets such as tablets on palates in my palace
Thank atlas for holding up my world
Thank God for making my head whirl
Thank math for the one to three four
Thank that fat cat for no more rats
(Damn I really just made like twenty songs in like one night)