Smoke Your Meth (feat. Burnout MacGyver)

I speak a thousand words a minute
But not one will make it to your ears
Cheers to the chef for supplying for all these years

Down so low
You're looking like Pluto
Who knows what goes
Gentle ways I'm judo
Killer canine cujo
Unorthodox jukebox like bruno
Losing control like a virgo
Repent repeat observe
For the learning curve
It seems you've heard a different word
For baligerant turds
But call them what they are
The low bar setting
No car fetching
Guessing for the wretched fletching
Obsessing with manic possessings

I'm flicking ash to prepare for my castle of trash
I'm last at last
Hold the cat back
I don't want to get Scratched
On my back
Before the rats laugh
Last laugh you'll have
The chest to back the back
For now I'll stick to wax
Metal hands like Jax
It's taxed to get a taste
To waste your life
And feel the knife inside your spleen
It makes you lean
I've seen you better before all the products of sin inside your dreams