The king cobra
Coiled up waiting for prey to roll up
The results then of my product is like coke and baking soda
Cracking skulls with metaphors calcified and forged a weapon
The allure in my possessions' one to keep your eyes open
Back on snake way, saunter down the road, time ticking
Kicking up the ante daily but you shouldn't put it past me
To be genuine
All of us conceal a hidden venom and would not think twice to use it in a state a of utter bedlam
I'm a python. A live one. Constriction affliction
Asphyxiate your brain by slithering in where you listen
Transition. I like this girl whose drop dead gorgeous
But I know that deep down she's like the rest of us contortionists
So who is left to trust?
Ophiadains that rest in us ultimately shed their skin and move about the premise
And I'll be dammed if I was bitten by a serpent
Plus its subsidiary to the closing of the curtains

[Hook]
There are snakes in the grass. There are snakes in the water
Theres a forest to be had the lakes been taken over
And it just so happens the culprits the same
It's hard to get around inside world full of snakes