(I) (N)eed (T)he (P)iff

see these mathmatical tactics that i practised on a abicus

imagine how relaxed i get when im graspin the cannibus

as savage as assassins is stabin bastards in the back and then

if you act as wack as him you'll soon find where my hatchet is

taxin all you hasbins, no one likes you, its unanimous

your stuck in the past again, im surpassing the averages

psilosybin psycho, crack my spinal, then i laugh again

seein with my eyes closed, sparkin up the hydro, you could ask your friends

start the imaginary vynal, never idle, but i might pretend

to be suicidal on a tightrope, now im skydivin in