The Cask

Ha ha ha ha, yeah

There he was, quite buzzed
Height: five foot twelve
In a sweater from the Gap
And a Brooks Brothers belt
I approach, "There he is! How do you do?"
He's taken aback, "Oh, Spose, how are you?
It's been a minute, " I reply "Yes, it has"
He don't know that I know he's
Been talking trash on every track
Never wrote a diss back
I pretend we're friends
'Bout to lure him to the
Basement and exact revenge
So I say, "Hey, look, if you still blazed
Got these trees in the cellar
Way beyond purple haze"
He's like, "No fucking way
" his words all slurred
"Spose, you're the man! I've been
Looking for some herb"
We get deep into the dark
I chain him to a pole
Build a brick wall quick as he screams out
"NO!" spose Edgar Allen Poes MCs slow
Decomposed, bones when they found him
Where I bound him