Ambulance come, baggin' you up, you and your man sword fights, smashin' your guts and stabbin' you up
Your life's a poor torture in the cut, war I play TEC games, turn right slaves to urinals and fatties to catch fame
The Brown Bunny chicks pills in the arm, every ounce of blood I spill is like a symbol to God
My visions is scarred, babysitter sniffin' the yard, you deep in the cause, project breads sick in the sauce
I'm harnessin' women with two TECs, drugs couples are arson, I'm Hunter Thompson Night Stalker Manson in Carson!
My advantage is nice and twice of a marksman, nightvision lights in the brink of a stink in the carpet
Your innards are pink, bleedin' you're all labia, whole Kasabian finish you pussies in Arabia
I'm too bowed in, my Goon's a mess hides in your couches, choppin' you up, head not found, body in pouches!