The king cobra

Coiled up waiting for prey to roll up

The results then of my product is like coke and baking soda

Cracking skulls with metaphors calcified and forged a weapon

The allure in my possessions' one to keep your eyes open

Back on snake way, saunter down the road, time ticking

Kicking up the ante daily but you shouldn't put it past me

To be genuine

All of us conceal a hidden venom and would not think twice to use it in a state a of utter bedlam

I'm a python. A live one. Constriction affliction

Asphyxiate your brain by slithering in where you listen

Transition. I like this girl whose drop dead gorgeous

But I know that deep down she's like the rest of us contortionists

So who is left to trust?

Ophiadains that rest in us ultimately shed their skin and move about the premise

And I'll be dammed if I was bitten by a serpent

Plus its subsidiary to the closing of the curtains

[Hook]

There are snakes in the grass. There are snakes in the water

Theres a forest to be had the lakes been taken over

And it just so happens the culprits the same

It's hard to get around inside world full of snakes