[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

It's Danimalzilla, slut, and I'm ill as fuck

Chillin' in the buildin', yup

Killin' blunts, lookin' and feelin' like a fucking million bucks

(2X)

Pockets full of piff to puff, pills and such

For real, a bunch, plus a vanilla dutch

It's Danimalzilla, slut, and I'm ill as fuck

Chillin' in the buildin', yup

Killin' blunts, lookin' and feelin' like a fucking million bucks

Pockets full of piff to puff, pills and such

For real, a bunch, plus a vanilla dutch

Punk, I ain't givin' up

I'll never stop smokin', never stop drinkin'

My Mom looks at me like "What the hell are you thinkin'?

You're so smart, but so dumb!"

I know, um

Wait, what was I sayin'? Sorry Mom, fuckin' so drunk

Blame it on the alcohol, and Adderal

I'm bouncin' off this couch inside a house that's full of padded walls

Saturday, I sat at the mall and magically saw

Your girlfriend, so I asked if she would mind helping me wax my balls

I'm feeling lucky, cause I got my trusty rabbits paw

Scratch that, you pack rat, I'm a rabid dog

You ain't even average, I'm mad hard, with savage bars

My weed is the color of a motherfuckin' Avatar

Chillin' on Saturn, not the car

I'm a star, headed to Mars, so hop in, we ain't stoppin', not 'til tomorrow

I'm odd and bizzare, ask around, they'll tell you

I was sent straight from hell, dude

God's gonna help... who?