Vapor Season E

Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers Can you feel it, nothing can save ya For this is the season For catching the vapors Spittin' on ya from the top of the Ponzi Spilling your guts just like a Fuckin’ cup of coffee That was held by a jittery hand Life's a beach leave the shoreline Littered with cans and I told ya I don't give a frick or a damn If these doggies wanna play I got the Stick in my hand and say fetch I came in this bitch to catch wreck And pack TECs and cash checks And have sex and crash jets And smash cassette decks And when I start to blast I ask which head’s next On no bed rest only lots of fluids I shot the sheriff but I didn't mean to do it But I did it like that And what's done is done That's what you get for sparkin' Blunts with a gun fuck and run Liz Phair kicks and snare Hats and cymbals and Jack was nimble But Jack was dim and he wasn't too quick I reached into his pants and I snapped his dick it's M-80 the raging id The type to shoot up all the Parents and then raise the kids as my own Act alone when I crack your dome Pack the cone and light it up like Christmas Life's and art and art’s a business I leave the crime scene but I never leave a witness Can you feel it, nothing can save ya For this is the season For catching the vapors I see pink moons and green clovers Silver bullets plus red blood all over The ill soldier snortin’ pure Coca-Cola Tote so many guns I got bad shoulders It's a hold up You’re best to do what I told ya When I roll up I hide the bomb in a stroller And tear the spot with a terrorist plot When I step into the room All the flowers just rot and glass shatters Bugs scatter blood splatters It doesn't matter just how bad it gets Because it only gets worse Matches in my purse to burn the church And spit the gypsy curse I filled the hearse guess I gotta get a crypt I packed the blunt guess it's gonna get lit I skip the diss hit you Straight with the fist and leave you miffed Like gorillas in the mist the queen snake Slidin' through the police state But these days I have to Smoke like three jays just to catch a buzz Running from the fuzz Do the dinosaur like "was Not was" just because "Fuck it" tatted on my knuckles Known to swing a baseball bat Below the belt buckle I may chuckle but I’m far from giddy Got my finger on the trigger Make it pop like Iggy Can you feel it, nothing can save ya For this is the season For catching the vapors