Modulations
• Written by Gilgamesh
Smoke, got so stoned, rose to the ozone
Oh god, oh no, throat's in a choke hold
Flow hot, yo, gloat, boast and I show-boat
So raw, dope, go pro, then I'll go gold
-I put a motor in a rowboat whoa, whoa
Innovative, make waves, stay blazed for eight straight days
-I'm in orbit, I couldn't be more lit
I'm sorin', It's gorgeous, sure is
-It's One, Seven ,Seven, Two, Four, Five, Three
Some epinepherine, you more high, see?
-Sort of a crack pot, a whack job
Scorchin' and porkin' a fat slob
Give the whore an abortion, laugh lots
Leave her sore in her organ's and that twat
Snortin' all of the bath-salts to blast off
Gettin' lost and I'll crash on the asphalt
My chest rattle like a sack of the crack rock
A joker paired with a purist
Smokin' American Spirit's
So ill with the syllable drops
Yo, Gil's the unkillable god
You're a fetus, I'm a demon and I'm bringin' the umbilicle chops
Dreamin' off a ton of pills that I popped
Ya get drilled with the skill's that I got
Wanna cruise with snoop in a coupe deville, buildin' villainous plots
Won't stop til I got two pillars gwap
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Gilgamesh
Member since May 12 2015