CHICKEN GREASE OUT THE GUTTER AND WHEN I PASS BY MOTHERFUCKERS THEY MUTTER AND SHUDDER THE SLIME TRAIL I LEAVE LOOKS LIKE BUTTER AND AFTER I DIE PUT ME UP IN THE MUTTER I PACE AND I FIEND CAUSE EVERYONES GOT WHAT I NEED GOT THAT SNOT ALL CAKED UP ON MY JEANS ARTHUR LEE DRUNK STUMBLING DANGEROUSLY TOWARDS THE STREET.

ILL TELL YOU MY FEAR ITS THAT PEOPLE KNOW THAT IM HERE YOU CAN TELL WHERE IVE BEEN BY THE SMEARS THAT IM LEAVIN ON SURFACES THAT ILL BE NEAR AND THE GAME THAT I SPIT LEAVE EM BURSTING IN TEARS TONGS POKIN OUT MY SHIRT SLEEVE AS IM GROANING AND MOANING A GLUM PUDDLE OF GREASE ILL ROAM IN THE COLD TILL I FREEZE ALWAYS DIVING FOR COVER PUTS SCRAPES ON MY KNEES

IM SCROUNGING FOR FOOD AND KNOWN FOR THE GOO I EXCUDE IM PRESSURE COOKED SIMMERED AND STEWED A FOOL FOR THE MURK AND THE GLOOM SO THIRSTY STAY DRINKING THAT RUNOFF THAT GOES DOWN SO SMOOTH THE ROWHOMES ARE BUILT OVER BONES SMASHED BROKEN WINDOWS BECAUSE OF THE STONES THAT IVE THROWN NOBODY KNOWS OF MY TRANSLUCENT GLOW SO ILL SLIDE THROUGH THE SCUM TILL MY COVER GETS BLOWN.

I STUMBLE AROUND YOU KNOW IM NOT LAUGHIN BUT EVERYONE THINKS IM A CLOWN I STAY PLANTING PEICES OF MEAT IN THE GROUND AT A SECRET LOCATION WILL NEVER BE FOUND WALKIN BAREFOOT DOWN BROAD MY HEARTS WITH THE RUBBLE I PASS AND THE 40S I BOUGHT WONT STAY LUCID FOR LONG RIDIN SLIDE PASS THESE WITCHES THAT THINK THAT IM GOD