my piss stream like a corkscrew, brace a clammy hand on the wall like damn, what am i gonna do trying not to hit my shoes, trying not to leave a clue so i don't get tailed by the boys in blue the greasy man shoulda knew, now he's in a stew now he's fumbling to formulate a word or too. still slipping on goo weighing down my clothes man that shit is soaking through and the puddle grew. My doom com in soon better move stash away the ooze cause thats all i got to lose plus a couple brews, PHILLY DUSTIN as i cruise, weaving out the lane cryptic patterns to confuse door comin loose. swerving past crew of dudes who will work for food shrieking bloody murder leaking in my suburu, the whip totaled on 202 now I'm stuck lickin wounds posted up in the gloom

Im not tryna get capped where my people at damn my phone thrown in the river so forget that, figures looming in the black breathing down my back asking what the fuck I'm looking at but its a trap had to laugh as i slip down the grate avoiding fate in a state as i shake and i quake i don't feel so great, bleeding out in a pile of crates awake for days sheddin half my weight as i waste away dudes comin want my head done shrunk in a jar pretty slippery but i won't get far because i broke both my legs in the car on Girard now I'm draggin half of me through the tar and I'm sorry cause Grease knows he done fucked up bad bloody rags and my skins really starting to sag that shit flapping in the wind pink flag when they find my body rotten with its head in its hands.