Teutobochus

[Intro]:
Yeah one two, yeah, lysergic Heffalump, this bomb class, yo, yo

[Verse 1]:
There's nothin' these Hip Hop fiends can tell me
I'm up in rap lookin' like a young Vincent Schiavelli
Rappers seep in jelly, chop sheets and celly
You'd think I just kidnapped the kid, the way I'm leavin' jelly
So high (ahh) my verse come with a backpack and ten poles (Wow)
Tree from Poughkeepsie stinky like Kendal
Ink explode on the page like the pen broke
In the kitchen mixin' the chow of styles like Kenpō
I'm cuttin' my wrist for this art shit, Sergio? filled
Eyeballs of pinky spills, trust me (Nah)
I wasn't sitting with shrinks at will, you can think I'm chill
You planned I thought (nah) crime on my death, it won't go like you think it will
I done tours in the dirt, with this Rap nonsense
I was in a world of gumball amidst of bum heads
On stage with the squad bank, it did my numb stretch
Even went off the top in public like John F (Blah!)
Fistful of Perc 30s, punchin' myself like Jim Carrey
Big in Cali, Henderson Kids with Harry

[More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark Interlude]:
Hmm, and the fire flared and flickered and snapped and popped, and the money went clinkity-clink, clinkity-clink, the gravedigger was really scared, he got out of bed again and piled all the furniture against the door, and he put a heavy iron skillet over the tin box, then he jumped back into bed and covered his head with the blankets, but the money rattled louder than ever!

[Verse 2]:
Ayo, we start off the work with, martyred and feed off hate to win
I kept away for decades to create the lane I'm in
I'm not here to be new friends and make a hit
Eye dropper enparchment in my apartment, I'm makin' hits
100 Acre Jabberwock same design as the atom bomb
Get yo' head blown off like Panama (Blah!)
Punchin' stiff rappers at the wall like Gravitron
One ate the Mayan, I turn Galvatron