[Verse 1]
Yeah, these are "Sounds of the Earth" tones
Alcoholic dad, carpenter to my bird home
How they come from birth stones?
Snort it, snort it, snort it
Then I'm fallin' through a wormhole, Geronimo, oh
I could for sure go to Hell 'cause I feel the fire on my torso
Shoot up the award show
Bom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
The last stragglers
On their head like Mad Hatters
Abstract era, bullies to you backpackers
Going crazy, detoxin' at the Nutcracker
Flexible bitch, she let me fuck backwards
What matters?
Land of the blunt passers
And of thе drug dealers
Unreal
Rollin' up еther in the cornmeal
Stand behind a force-field
Raps are unlimited
It's not definitive
Infinite arithmetic

(Interlude)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I'm a victim of the IQ
Written in a haiku
Gettin' head in high school
I nut before the final
This the type of shit only sound good on vinyl
Prostitute women writin' letters to the bible
Old Jewish go through the old newish blockbuster
She want your money, do not trust her
Bom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
This some make-believe
Stuntin' in a babyseat
Windows down, my mom turn on the Amerie
The cocaine is cut with laxatives
Rollin' up adjectives, smoking with 'em