I got the soda Caustic I spit like a cobra I got the soda Sweet, but I dont mean the cola Caught in my bola Call me the chemical pagoda You know the drill Like Im chill a La Mode Until the coda Song leaks like a battery Acid freak in your jam space Acrid beast devour the hands, face, and feet of the clock til every hour is for steeping the pot And I mean green tea in the spot Im keeping it hot Like Beeblebrox reaching across The ash pit for a pan galactic To even the shots out drastic Loosen up my verbal gymnastics I gotta put a little note there with an asterisk Saying even my fine prints so fantastic, yo Everything I kick is a classic Like Ive got Welles under my boots Vain, horsing with Orson Coming to shoot Kane Like Ive got wells under my boots Walk on water, I wont go there Hells under my boots, I dont care Let me bring in the ride Like its a garage A symbol of speed You cant see it Like its a mirage M1, make a monster flip Semiauto automobile with oil sponsorship Come on Not buying it, eyeing it, maybe trying it cause with you and I in it We could just fly a bit higher But with compromises strewn Id be traumatized so soon Could I still cauterize the wound My will proper But someone prophesies for doom Thrill shopper and pill popper Disguised in tune Cant get too far but I go too far
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