WD-40

Oh lordy
Machine spraying like WD-40
Shorty you should know to don't record me
These niggas corny
Fungus making me see in 4D
The whole world applaud me
Me and my brother don't eat pork meat
We approached a fork in the street
Industry and slum pharmacy
Lay a brick day to fall sleep
Tongue twisting nothing falsely
All both the floors and the walls speak

The blunt smoke solution contribution pollution
We all live in this lucid illusion
Lucrative brainstorm involution
Evolution. evil infusion lead to confusion
Blowing the multiple weed fusion
Will of iller nigga though disillusion
The simulation orchestrate delusion
Mortal sinners in the ink collusion
My discog only the prolusion
Still awaiting this holy conclusion