heavy in the blow I keep on going Cold Creek snow it's like I'm fitted inside of this on froze I don't know what to do if I can keep on sipping from the holes but I don't know which rabbit hold a m************ take hold I keep on going down this m************ go going for the gold I keep on going man it's slipping down this hole this f****** rabbit hole with the snakes take hold of the snakes glow I don't know where they want to know where the f*** I'm at I don't know which way to go to throw my mother f****** hat but I don't know which way to throw my own s*** s*** what the f*** to do with my own type of black I keep on going like my words ain't slack I don't know which way to go but it's still popping back which way to go but the boss still sitting on the top of a damn crack what the f*** to do it's like the flood sitting in on another type of song and on top of blend what the f*** to do with like I'm feeling in the tip feeling tipsy inside of my own lip every time I get it man it's like I'm sitting here just fine and every time I'm lying f*** that I'm not lying down I ain't f****** giving up f*** that s*** b**** I don't have enough I'm tired of m************ taking on another type of hole and keeping my mother f***** lit so swollen and shut f*** that s*** b**** eat a God damn cut f*** you in your butt f*** you in your slit of your f****** lip I meant to say s*** but still going to take a dip