Time

(Ugh Its Timmy Yeah Yeah Ugh Ugh Yeah)
Sick sorcerer less concerned with mortals got the force with em
Abnormal with an orchestra proportioned to the...
Greatest level of hiatus in the universe
Flew the bird and kicked it in this shit until my shoes would burst yeah
You to concerned with a fluent purse
Of course it hurts to choose to use your future to rebuke your thirst and
You think your morals and your dreams are worth it
Convinced the purpose of this life within this instant curse and
Its soon to see that you a different person
Ya dream is faded you been faded but you still been hurtin
Its Tiny Tim he come to spit with purpose
Shit it hurts and I'm puttin it in every verse and

Yeah its time man
Its a lifespan
And
Its drifting by man
Yeah And
I spit with gale force winds
Bathed in gasoline and Kerosene blast scorch bliss
Strength of forty men and 4 oxen with some coarse skin
More or less nymph martian harvesting organs
See I'm the sickness Amoxicillin C's and Blistex couldn't fix this see
The prophecy has told us all of him altruists and cults of darkness
With ghosts and swastikas