Face in the earth my palms outward breathing chest rise

I banish Judas

With a six point star in virial on my left side

Electric wizard, Belial, tacky horror

I'll hang you from hooks while boiling fat on your back meat like cacky horror

Deep's and Ziggy's and a black DeVille Cadillac hardware store in my trunk space

Seats hanging tools like a hammer rack

Black Norman Roger shades like they're for my cataracts

The new Osley corduroy jacket, sweating through hagged slacks

I'm an animal, my face behind a cage like a catcher's mask

Fuck giving dap to Jak

My punches spiked like peyote cactus patch

Smoking those Cali dabs, toking that Cali wax

I'm an alley cat

Lost in the dust, my head a hump with water in it like a camel back

Never grounded with the pounds I'm submerged in smoke like I sauna in ganja

I'm not with the drama

36 anchored heads will send lead out 36 chambers of death like llamas with llamas

Bars either you don't got 'em or got 'em, and you don't got 'em

I'm on my way to the weed house while you getting spotted a Mexican seed ounce

I brought the AZs with the loose plugs to breeze out

Squares in each room pushing the heat out

Squeeze and hit you where you breathing your last cloud of weed out

My studio floor Beverly Hilton bathtub fiends down

In Pencil Lane and a has-been garbage head like raccoons digging through trash lids

My team trying to reach Pennsylvania Ave and trap it

Blak Church B.L.A.K. strapped in...