[Lyric] Full War Gear (Swamp Thing (CA))

Let it rock and roll
Swamp warriors let the falcon close
Lobster with the vodka smoke
My brain all foggy then it’s audios
Off on another plan
The ganja all green like a Celtics fan
Fuck with a mountain man
Slap you in the face with the talcum hand
Drinking on the wild Turk
Find gold in a pile of dirt
Told you this is high alert
I rise in the sky with the iron shirt

Welcome to the world premiere
Step into the realm it’s the house of mirrors
Walk in with the Belvederes
Warriors lined up in full war gear

Till I’m belly up y’all can’t tell me what
Buzzin’ off thе bubbles in the sippy cup
Uppercut thе whole roof off a punch buggy
Droppin' gems pick up what you want from me
Electric chair tellin' 'em just do it
Feels like I'm sittin' on chrome, Chris Hewett
Big Belvo jockey with the elbows
Not to be the next for whom the bell tolls
Brass monkeys tearin' down your jungle gym
Sluggin’ fuckin’ vodka by the jug again
Lemme in livin' so dystopian
Till the world premier grand reopening
_Every man lives swamp Never truly die
The dude abides step up and get euthanized
My crew supersized yo tell me who surprised
When we rise up out the murk with some goonie eyes

We big apes wearing that chain mail
41 ton punch hit like a Grey wale
Ride the beat Like a horse clopping
Make you take your medicine straight no Mary Poppins

So come and get lost in the fun house
Kung pow chicken put some liquor in your dumb mouth
The plots thickened up heating like a brazen bull
We take control won’t stop till we Payed in full

A lotus only grows in the mud
The colder the wind blows the colder the blood
A Ghost orchid deep in the swamp
We carry on keepin' it calm

Coming swampy out the merky depths
Face slapped looking perplexed
Lurch running with the gurked neck
My wig on fire that’s on purpose
Ahhh ahhh let the lasagna steam
My dogs run the relay like the Ghana team
Rise up like a muddy beast
Or get wrapped up like some mummy sheet
Lamped up how I maintain
Big Great Dane that’s a game change
Ganja in my face and I’m long gone
The butterfly’s is back bong bong
Horse chest looking gorgeous
You been forwarded any curious George gets
Lost in the murky mist Ghost orchid
Bloom and the scripture reads like post mortem

Charles Darwin drums with distortion
Corbin Dallas wardrobe hop aboard starships
Drop into orbit rock opulent portraits
Paint a pretty picture stick figures in the forest

Its halloween trick or treat
Bitter sweet symphony you can call me Mister T
Authentic Sav beats clap like a Desert Eag
The recipe a mystery the secret rest in peace

Fuck a world tour this is world war
Born where the mornin’ dew forms from chloroform
No decorum for the posers on a bogus journey
I keep it grimy to remind me what the lotus learned me
So step right and get mangled
Y’all been squares so long you rectangled
Newfangled ways to get strangled
Handled by ankles Van Winkle dangled
Banished to the land of wind and ghosts
You ain’t fly Icarus your wings’ll roast
Slow, no rest for the wicked
Out in the marsh mellowed with the orchids