NICK NOLTE’S MUGSHOT

If you got the thrax, when I say, smoke you a sack
Late night mackin, eyes red, real insomniac
Ain't been diagnosed, but I'm ill, hypochondriac
Once you cross that line, soul is mine, ain't no lookin back
Feet up on some hoe, lemonade, and I'm watchin snatch
Then I heard a knock, take a sip, who the fuck is that?
I can see a scythe through the curtains, it's completely black
Can't make out a face, I heard "CHASE", and I felt a scratch
Made of wax, you go to strike, but you've met your match
Brainless head, knock it off my neck, my shit unattached
Hop the fence, obey the law? Wherе's the fun in that?
Circle K, siphon gasoline, bеt you wanna match
In my trance, almost done, you gon want her back?
65 Pontiac bout to jump the gap
Fuck em all, bad blood, got a bunch of that
Watch your wife, she might lick her lips, when she bump this track

Until I'm just a pile of dust and bones
Romance not my style, I bust, I'm gone
My paranoia back, there's a tap on my phone
The devil's advocate, I admit, cover blown
It's the modern H.P. Lovecraft, horror fiction, love that
Back in the day, we was splittin up a dub sack
Trip in the woods, end the seance with a blood pact
Broke as a joke, just for Alice I would cut grass
Candy flippin got me permanently fried (for life)
Mix some valium in I think I almost died (I ain't lyin)
Satan parked out front he said "Let's take a ride" (I hop in)
As of now my Grandma Angel by my side
She spent her weekend with a basketcase
Try my way of thinking you won't last a day
With my sinful smile I just laugh and say
I guess yall will get the memo once I pass away and evaporate