[Verse 1: Jack Jetson]

Yo

The herbalist excursionist

Verbalistic wordsmith, working with a cursing gift

The person with a nervous twitch

Gotta burn the spliff, to nurse the itch

And burn the bridge, down the potion

Swimming 'round the ocean, now it's frozen

Spent a thousand chosen hours soaking now I'm smoking on the potent shit

Strange things happening like ghosts up in your home

Spitting flows that hit your dome until it blows like an exploded whip

Better get to know the clique - RLD

I set fire to psychiatrists that can't help me

Yo I go where the wind blows

Mostly through windows left open

Broke in and stole your Nintendo

Man I'm toking on endo, always smoking the best dro

I get crow, shoplifting in your local Tesco

Pesto green colour looking weed in a glass bowl

Black mould underneath the grass in a vast hole

You stack dough then Jack go' be eager to rob you

Fuck a thief and a mobster, I'm a beast and a monster

The phantom behind the scenes of the opera

Chop you into pieces and in the sea's where I drop ya

You can sleep with the lobster, I creep through the cracks

Like beetles and rats, get your people's attacked

Sequels are wack, so I never strike twice

Put you in a box like special fried rice

[Hook] x2

Johnny Strange put my life down on the page

Same way put my rhymes down on the stage

Strange ways on excursions for 8 days

J Strange straight burgle in your mates brains

[Verse 2: Jack Jetson]

Casting black magic tricks

Mashed on mad acid trips

Apple pip microdots, attics into hydro crops

Cyber shop shotting, rock bottom, top doggin'

In the block bombing, crop robbing

Hob goblins not stopping, whats popping?

Oh shit, I forgot my name

Can't remember if it's Jack Jetson or Johnny Strange

Dodgy Lane resident: terrorist, I'll bomb a plane

Johnny got away, now he's living in a squat in Spain

Just Jetson left, feds are heading west

Slowly closing in on the suspect's address

The head nodding, hedge hogging, debt dodging, Xboxing

Sket hopping, cret robbing, dead coffin, next rocking criminal

Riding with no licence or provisional

Fuck your diamonds, keep my life style minimal

Rhyme style lyrical, high five the pinnacle

One time kicking for your minds eye, subliminal

[Hook] x4