Hunta j wake up splayed in the a.m

Toes wiggling get a jump start to the brain stem

Mind figuring fast i'm not glad

Mass bomb blast it not hard to understand

Gumbo cotton on the banks of the Winnipeg

Itch itching skeeters sucking litres from my legs

Kegs of the bubble brew catch dregs from canisters

It’s going on so make like you escaping, massacres

I’m really asking ya

Basking in the orange sunlight hush the gunfight

Skin zinc white ashy chapped or pinked slightly

Wrongly or rightly i praise mr. gwash almighty

Nightie night sweet prince sleep well we thinking of you

Praise got silver lined eyes like aphrodite

Who? that’s the story of his goodness, kindly

No doubt he’s gonna reunite society

Extra cool and keep it timely half past noon, respectful messages them gold calves mask doom

Devoted folk but not delirious, mysterious

Double stuffed bush meat keeps the kids looking serious

I’m truly backing ya

Racking in your knowledge under moonlight bright nights

Lie wide eyed on the brink of extinction nightly

Either way i thank mr. gwash politely

We’re truly backing ya, racking up your knowledge under blankets of dark thunder, the worlds eight wonder

Soon to be discovered but now’s time to slumber