I made a classic
Didn’t even need acid
Just puff passes
And good tunes and vibes
Good folks by my side
That’s how I got through the night
I’m feeling fine
Thank you for being kind

How can I put it
Neighborhood’s most hooded
Is saying we shouldn’t
Do this or that
Put a limit or a cap
On the things that make us
Say boom bap or boom bap
I hakung that
My goondengeh is thanking
Those who was Hilary Swanking
On the rankings
For the banging
I’m saying
Not much
But a whole lot
I used to feel like a robot
But I knew with God
Everything is fine
Everything is dandy
Everything is cool
Even the holy spankings
I feel like Haemin
Being who she is
Makes me realize
The beauty in having kids
I feel like ignorance is bliss
But knowledge is a weapon
I second that we know how to use it
Fuse it with the words and the music
To create something that’s oozing
And uplifts humans
To be at their very best
Like if there was a pageant or a contest
To measure up living creatures
To that of others
I realize maybe an Anti Christ can be someone that I once considered as a brother

Knowledge is a weapon
I reckon
It can be used for glory or for fame
But if it’s found boring, I can’t stay maintain
Cause my mainframe told me to defend
But I don’t know what means or ends
I’ll suspend myself to
I’ll help to
Second servings and second chance
I feel like I might want a second dance
I feel like it only takes a second for a trance
To occur
For my pants to pucker
Can’t you tell by the dick print
That I feel like Saint Nick’s sins
Are just trivial maybe even arbitrary
I feel bad for the spiritual intolerance when God pours us the holy dairy
I feel like I’ll marry Kari
I don’t find it scary
That I might be the actual retarded lizard
Haha ok
Let’s play, I’ll choose scissors
Over a rock
Over a jock
Over being over the top
I feel like I’m over Kid’s Bops
Haha
I feel like I’m over the drop
I feel like I’m over the stop
I feel like I’m overtly covertly a snob