cutting them cactuses..... White lightning

I don't see why okay I'm probably high. talking shit and bragging about it. fog be rollen in. so you think you're tripping. and now you see the light through the haze. words to help guide you through the maze. your life ablazed . feelings from rage got you trapped in the cage. there's no escape. only pathetic life seems to be for you. I'm drowned out. there will be no help from me. I'm too old and too tired to see. I'm a crippled clown. not the lost and found. you better rise up to be seen where mad hatter's not those soda pop flinging juggalos. make it sticky when you leave we sitting back smoking on that fine green cutting down cactuses to extract that mescaline make a drink you're high as you ever need to be. and if you need a little bit more we got some of that DMT. to rise up just a little bit more. now your mother fucking tore up. drop your cup. had enough about to throw up the life of the party The Red machine yeah that sounds about like me. always up in the s*** always getting crazy. I'm white lightning I'm a f****** lunatic all I have left is my promise to sing.