Channel Zero

[Verse 1: Illusion Z]
The schizophrenic with a crystal ball looks for Pac
On the butcher’s block
Where an eyepatched gremlin pushes rock
Cravin’ Old Rip Van Winkle, Juniper Green
The Polar Ice, Havana Club, the jungle juice and the lean
Bulgy eyed aerosol inhalers dream of boarding starbases
In dark places with incarcarated scarfaces
Town martian with a drinking problem roaming around starvin
Screams at passersby
Hallucinating 3000 pound marlin
Three killers bumping barrington levy
Walk through the madness
Carrying chevy sized weapons that could bury a yeti
Craving foreign Glocks apparel and dexedrine
Thinking of robbin barrels of methylamine
And poppin’ cherries in tel aviv
Ice blazers in pajamas run through night mazes
From a lime flavored vodka bottle the size of a skyscraper
The tweeker in a shed thinks he’s larry hoover
In a lair of shooters
Grippin’ rugers and barricudas
Rocking back and forth
Starin through the hole in the wood
At shadow people trying to steal his lucky charms and his buried buddha
The shot out bitch with a buzz cut in a snake and racoon blood painted toga
Yells at law enforcement in a rage on somas
Bandana’d bag of bones playing gangster like ray liotta
Sips his eighth corona
Fantasizing of pushing caine like sosa
On a throne built of franklin stacks
Praying that he’ll live like a baller
With a machete and a fistful of dollars
Boy scout turned dopesick animal
Throws alcohol fits
And drinks his gasoline like aperol spritz
Scabfaced bandit tells a street pirate in a red crown
The monkeys off his back but the circus hasnt left town
A one eyed looney stares at static on an idiot box
In a padded chamber with a red door with seventy locks
Salivating at the thought of running through a meadow of yellow Flowers with a gun
Saturn devouring his sun
On the wall
A group of twitching bodybuilders watch forensic files
Sharpening their swords to give the pedophiles second smiles
Two veterans fill up their heroine needles
Minds as twisted as tarantino’s
Quoting scenes out of cinema paradiso
In a city breathing with bullet trains
Shaven chewbaccas with kryptonite cooking veins
Roaring after crooked rains
Where raiders in presidential masks kidnapped its hero
And broadcasted his execution live on channel zero