"I hope you have practiced these exercises thoroughly before embarking into this second volume. If you intend to follow the teachings, then you must practice it daily."

Yeah
Gonzo shit
Mantis flag gill
Red type writer
Coal Cash

Yo, J23 Gonzo, most hated commie flag
Hold that metal up high like karate champs
Bomb like graph, on x, dump wet from lolli bags
Under rappers rapping like a body bag
Sick of the lies, so I stay strapped like a polygraph
Rob you, skate off wearing a hockey mask
Smoke that lithic back, like you were Rango
I clap like your grandma, clapping to a dance show
I clap cops, till the gat is thru ammo
I pierce more holes in your face, than Captain Lou Albano
I got crack for you to handle
In word play, my whole steez on Jonah Hill before we burn weight
The verse raped, 5000 per page
On a handful of pills I get ugly, as Howard Stern's face
Live on shrooms like the smurphs, burnt brain
The hippies call me Tripper, no first name
In the studio, half in the bag with a bird brain
Dress ripped, shirt burn holes and sperm stains
Tunnels and trails, ?? with codeine
Burn a whole Z before I surf waves
Rip through the birth gate
My brain's still at tequila worm stage