Killa MC

Walking out the fog with a frog on my right shoulder

Giving you chills like the Scythe holder as I rhyme vulgar

Sippin on alien slime soda once my time to write is over

Looking at you through my iron-sight revolver

Singing chitty chitty bang bang in a flyin motor

Smilin like the Joker in a coma, rockin hi-tech nike creps

Hanging out with a sci-pet from skynet, I trained it to take psych meds

I taught it to say fuck C.I.A, feds, play dead and hit crystalized meth in pipe ends

Now I'm feeling bold like Mr.Whites head or asking questions at a David Icke event

Fuck with me, I'll leave ya pineal bent if you sit down on the pineal bench