Met a retarted kid named Greg with a wooden leg. Snatched it off and beat him over the head with a peg. Go to bed with a keg wake up with a forty. Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44-D. Forget an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead. Wait until it absorbed and fell to the floor dead. No more said case closed end of discussion. We blowing up like spontaneous human combustion. Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and dramas. Cross the bombest. We blowing up your house. Killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas. I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nastradamus. Cause I ain't making no more threats. I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes. On Vietnam war vets. I am more or less sick in the head. Maybe more. Because I smoked crack today yesterday. and the day before Sabateur. Walk the block with a labrador. Strapped with more straps than El Salvador. Foul style galore. Verbal cow manure.