ayo call cheech and Chong and tell em I'm on my way I got bag of green an I plan on lighting it up today this beat is moving me soothing me feeling like it's new to me evil people have intentions of riots and scrutiny people all the way In Jamaica screaming out bombaclatt Young intell that Tony Montana joint was so fire dawg reading your lyrics encrypting out all of the analog light up some Ganja my homie then we can all get along that's right I'm brighter than a motherfucking flash light last night I turned into the motherfucking masked knight fast fight hit you wit my right an lose your eye sight my might ultimately fucking with your hindsight my life spitting liquid acid out on my mic I spike down the ball and fly away on my kite I am diabolical take the message from oracle my new name is superman and I can hold kyriptonium tie you to a vat of petroleum Pandemonium! explosive like a bomb that reacts with only plutonium sweeter than syconiums and the sound of harmoniums your faker than zirconium diamonds when you are holding them my mind is like an aresenal filled with guns and big army trucks the last person to fuck wit me I had their whole army crushed stomping on their face I left their bodies I the fucking dust I am probably the last person that you will ever trust