adams Lyrics

This is poetry

You know it in your ovaries

Oh since ovaltine

I been ownin' Ogilvie

This is culture that the vultures

Wouldn't lurch on

This a turn on then a turn off then a turn on

Get our burn on

Lord Heron in the furnace

Burn it burn it burn it

Like it's somethin' out the circus

Burn it

Burn it burn it burn it

Only way the vermin scurry

Hocus pocus blowin'

Doin' tricks we smokin dojer

Keep itching and time ends

Sickness in my mindness

Livin' with a hive

It's the flyest

An it leaks

All the fuckin' bees

Swarm free an eat me

Scream try I but my pleas lack meaning

Wasps in my head

Batch of ants in my pockets

Socks full of roaches

Not the ones I'm smokin honest

Parts don't fit, wrong arm wrong socket

I just keep on laughin like I'm joshin'

When I know that they be mockin'

Walk outta school an see my mom

I can see em watch

Whole fuckin group

Like they squakin' like goblins

I just wanna off em

'Fore I take the devil's offer

Talk that shit the family tree won't forget

I was too meek to really say what I meant

Talk that shit we turn your shirt to a vest

Put a hole in your chest

Now your heart beats less (Bitch)