I tell them "welcome to the slaughter house"

Listen to the Holy Spirit whisper out the father's mouth

I got the hourglass, your time is running out

This for the thugs, and for the nerds, and for the Argonauts

I do it for the Golden Fleece

And for my people in New Orleans, for that Fluer de Lis

Big fish, small pond, so I'm worry free

Make a wish, swear to God, turn your other cheek

I think I'm finished with past how

I'm turning beef I had for a heifer into a cash cow

Oh boy I'm getting crass now

And I get it poppin from Irish Channel to Glasgow

From Tel Aviv to Beijing

And big brother coming home from the Far East

No, I ain't talking bout Michoud

I'm talking bout that Hiroshima dog, raw seafood

I need a chick like LeeLoo

Dallas

The perfect woman is the perfect balance

But since the serpent woman brought the fruit to Adam

I been more inclined to pop a Valium

Look up in the sky for my dad in the Aurora Borealis

And we plotting how I can get more callous

Fucking with your head, like how can his words get more phallic?

Like, can this dude get more tragic?

I don't know

I'm on the coast with a 20-year old smoke show

Telling me she love me, and I know it

Han Solo flow

It's like duck, duck, goose, chicken, and Chocobo

Then tell her "Holla Back Young'n"

Loso flow

Just a product of my successes

All caps, caps lock, Nunn wrecked it!