[Verse]

The only plane I was on during 9/11 was a different plane of reality

This shit ain’t, this shit ain’t nothing to me, man

I’m smoking on them Tennessee Taint Ticklers

I’m on that Baltimore Bramble looking for a tangerine dream, but my nightmares have become eternal

I’m on that Habanera Scarab Gas Station Dick-Pilled pack looking for amethyst in a timeline only I can see

I’m on that shit they found in Osama Bin Laden’s computer

I was sucking toes at the beginning of time when I came into the primordial soup that got the fishes walking

I caught your bitch hooking up with the installation wizard, and he sold me somе unwise shit that got me acting in a manner unbеfitting of a gentleman

I’m on that aspartame

I’m on that Microplastic Mamma Mia T-Virus shit getting higher than Amelia Earhart before all of that mess

We smoking spiro in a glass pipe, and if you fucking try to stop me, I’ll kill you, you stupid piece of shit

Ain’t nothing borderline about my personality disorder, I’m hard in this shit, and I will continue to walk life dick forward

Alternative medicine made me develop psychic abilities, now I can sense pussy in a six-mile radius

Had a JO sesh with the fellas that opened my third eye, and now I’m permanently under the influence of psilocybin

I’m on that Saharan Sun Burger Dick Smell taking shrooms from a dragon that called me slurs from a nomadic language

I’m on that Alabama Ayahuasca Thunderfuck looking down from a cumulonimbus formation, spying on your bitch from a nefarious angle

This shit ain’t nothing to me, man

You must got Covid-19 the way your sense of taste is fucking wack

I turned on all the microwaves at Goodwill, and it made all the empaths in the room throw up

I’m high on those Cronenberg Cleveland Cum Guzzlers, and you can call the cops ‘cause they can’t do shit ‘cause my crimes are in the future

I’m on that Tarot Card THC shit licking the thighs of time that got me so hard, I unlocked Bluetooth mode

I’m not fucking normal

I’m on that Mortal Kombat Blood Code pack, this shit’ll make you uppercut a motherfucker into six rib cages, five femurs, and roughly thirty, forty-three, three hundred and forty-three shoulder blades

This shit ain’t nothing to me, man

I got my dick sucked at an isosceles angle, now my junk looks like a word problem

Smoked on shit handed to me by a nigga named Jeff Amphetamines, and I woke up having raised a white family for two-point-seven years

I’m on that Warlock pack, sold to me by a bearded purple man, and when I looked into the mirror, I saw a form most nefarious

This shit’ll fuck you up, I should know, I’m you

This shit was born with darkness and sunlight, fucked each other senseless

I’m on that S level Bubba Kush that made the cosmic stillbirth regain its consciousness

Fran Drescher was the last person to smoke this shit from the Horsehead Nebula Ukulele Type Beat and come out of it stronger than God

This shit ain’t nothing to me, man

I got sold edibles by a questionable group of ghouls and bastards, and now when I get a boner, it makes my body take a screenshot

Don’t fuck with this shit, finna make your ass crack turn horizontal, got your shit coming out like a envelope

I’m casting East Coast magic for my West Coast audience, and that’s why the Sun is gone for good

We deadass smoking spiders, you fucking weird cunt

I’m on that Dill Pickle Horsehair Hogshit Fuck All pack looking for God in the back of a Mercedes Benz

Got so high I wrote my shopping list in the Death Note, now the cereal mascots got heart attacks

I’m a Muppet, I got a hand up my ass fishing out drugs and got me singing ABCs like a horse’s ass

This shit ain’t nothing to me, man

Fuck it