I'm in the swamp of sorrows, sippin' out the bloody bottle
Cook 'em like a carbonara, he won't live to see tomorrow
Fuck it, all the time is borrowed, unless you find a secret portal
Teleport you, you immortal, boredom hits, you can't ignore it
Full health, full shield, but you can't adore it
Pressin' Mister Skeleton conveys to me you askin' for it
You act important, your raps poorly, I'm lashin' on it
I follow you home, kick the doors in while you snorin', pussy
Team SeshRadio 1994
Ship 'em a stool and mail 'em a rope
These bitches Roseanne Barr, think they Marilyn Monroe
They want gold bars and cars, some bands in the boat
Private island with the moat and the mansion that floats
You sort by price, going least to most
I search by acreage and if uptown's close
Bet if you going through it, you will need to post
I bet if you tell her stay, she will turn to a ghost, pussy
Keep your feet on the ground
