got some smack talk on tap i carry on in my house, little mouse scurry under ya girls blouse and toms the cat i smoke hash and crash out in my land of loot, im a bandicoot - wombat whoops my bad, thats the wrong track solvin all my problems with trial by combat yea creeping mist grab a fog lamp like goddamn here we go again sham stuck in silent hill still wondering around like a lost lamb i got cryptid friends i can name off hand got a home boy i know as Mothman used to mess around in a garage rock band ducking the police playing Roxanne all brawn no brain like strongman im strongbad, bmw zippo lighter spit fire like trogdor out of the woods into the hood but we rob banks and no one gives thanks yes im in that top rank. yea they just selling the illusion of choice numbers dont matter if your losing your voice i pull up in a royce proving a point selling the benefit of the doubt to a bunch of fidgeting mouths like what you see, give us a shout boy you lame like kip on the couch bad tastes make me sick in my mouth cry and whine while i figure something out you think im kidding around but you just a clown im ahead by leaps and bounds still feel a need to kick you while you're down you in for a dime? im in for a pound these are just a few things to take into account here we have... an outrageous amount so much i cant count and im near collapse now im tapped out a ghost spittin its spirit rap now come quick, my next trick is a disappearing act now here we are after the fact a plan so perfectly practiced it was practically perfect and you can't argue with that bulls on parade while the market collapse i bid you fools good day now part with your cash head keeps ringing and the devil keep singing til my ears hurt this is the start of a new era my reflection tells me while i stand in the mirror yea man the end grows nearer and nearer i swear our mommas give birth, for us to work our whole life for a year's worth then die. fuck that, break the system like Akira hear em hiss, this year of the snake and im Chimera yea lets dance in my hall of mirrors ill show you things from a bygone era wait my ears burn, someone must be speaking ill of me. smoke then fire, on the water yea the pier burnt