Slickity Sloth the butcher creeping through with that mystic style
Smoking on whatever
Been a junkie since I was a child
Every time I think of death I start to grin and crack a smile
Never gave no fuck about this life and that's me keeping it mild
Killer gorilla maniac
Put their ashes on my blunt
The police keep hollering: Where they at?
Buried them in front the lawn
The scarecrow with silent weapons I pull the trigger and disperse
The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need of a hearse

Looking at the window like I'm staring at a television
Smoking just to pass the time
Slick had died and Christ has risen
Listen to the sixes hissing
Tipping crucifixes
Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping
Chest beating ceases
Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts
Lungs black and chapped
Should have put a cap on those ashes
Lacking in fashion
Fuck getting cashed out bitch
I'm lacking
You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting