Helix Aspersa

Oh, so you think you's a jazzy bastard?

That's a dandy hazard, you're talking shit to a sandy savage.

Dandelion, I'm the face mashing classic living backwards,

steady shedding the flesh off my captives.

Quite frankly, I'm batshit. Spitting ill syllables, sicker than Mad Libs.

Amidst the cold-blooded natives I'm the boldest sadist,

Fear and Loathin' in Las Vegas, you must've had a bad trip.

Can't settle down, but you could snag any bad bitch?

That's some real sad shit, backhanding all of ya wack tricks,

look like fat stacks, but errybuddy sees them singles on the inside,

when that rubber band rips, realizing he ain't the man, if that man slips.

Theist handing out blotter paper for anyone who's backslid.

See right through ya, windowpane, it's all thanks to that tab of acid.

Haphazard havoc leaving these neurons ran ragged.

I'm not opposed to giving him leeway if the lad's stranded.

But if you can't can the act, kid, I'm smoking you like cannabis.

Deus, but these other motherfuckers are blasphemous.

Blast back, crying 'bout the fallout like you didn't ask for this.

Growing with the rhymage, cancerous, wondering where the pastor is,

then again, what's Buddha to a televangelist?