Oscar, the slouch

I got red hands in cold October
Confiscating all your dough the show is over
Blow a hole in your shoulder with the old revolver
Doped up never sober
Rolling with vultures and heavy smokers
Soaping loads of rolls and throwing snow boulders
Inside these blots its doggy dog gropping drugs blocking from bluds popping like froggy frog
Marching in plots, feeling that legal drug money
Nuff junkies and crazy ladies with empty buggies
Askers mannerisms will shock the metabolism of the count teaching maths in prison trapped up in the system
An yamen jerk chicken as the earth spinning dashing tall down the rubbish chute then dust with all my herbs
Spilling in the wind
Avoiding boy them rubbing up against your bitch like ointment
My choice sense is always pence
Take the snufffuluff of goods with a spliff in his mouth waddling around the ends trying to figure it out

My hands been shivering
With the spirit keeping us warm, while they see the weaker monsters
My eyes are green, and all will ever be
While I see the beaster monsters

Its whiskey on the roads like spending dough on gambling
With sounds and man raking in the yard it's just ambient
The pandemic inflicted by the carriers and crowbars bars of coke whipping toes and famble kids
Like famous do the best avoid the cameras
Really paid to travel cause we’re jumping over barriers
Cannabis got my heart racing like a harrier
I tried to give it up but it just tasted so fabulous
Scoped perameters pretaking like a amulet
Mind left spinning like the sirens on a ambulance
Tires screeching round the corner smashing up establishments
Kiss at the chicken shop
Feeling out the arteries
Me, I'm painting visions like a masterpiece
The arts at the darkest streets turn to a party scene
I'm like the antichrist talking with the mark of a beast
We need peace to interleviate police
My hands been shivering
With the spirit keeping us warm, while they seek the weaker monsters
My eyes are green, and all will ever be
While I see the beaster monsters

Hurling abuse at a big bird
While burning at zoot at a piff herb im disturbed
Just stole a chicks purse
Sole is cold like a polar bear without its fur
I don’t give a fuck real bad attitude
I wanna be alone I don't wanna chat to you
I ain't got a home doing what I have to do
Running out the back of Tescos with a stack of food
Tramps for neighbours, rats and roaches
Down here no one knows what hope is
But everyone knows where the dope is
Broken needles, bottles in the buts from smokers
Bitches itching for fixes
Like Cookie Monster with a biscuit
Try selling a pussy this shits blistering
Shit trickling out, but I still hit it
I can't figure out

My hands been shivering
With the spirit keeping us warm, while they seek the weaker monsters
My eyes are green, and all will ever be
While I see the beaster monsters