Take it back
• Written by Anonymous
call me a prophet but im talking false knowledge spitting empty topics
through fiberoptics getting steady losses, no tape dropping
whip theories aint popping but im still slopping
zombie pig escape the coffin eating bacon like a moppet
stop it, get me back to tropics
frozen licks, broken kids, icey cones, sharp sticks stones and drop kicks
return to square one eating wotsits on a scottish bus costin
10p for a return trip, but the tabs taken me
third eye philosophy broken like a coffee bean
grinding like a metal 3 piece fill it up with sticky green
til i grow 16 feet and turn mean incredible im just the delectable me
blasted through through the sun roof, high escape route
James Bond comparison, i got his name too
he shaken but i know i stirred you
pussy galore a state of mind too
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