Yoga in a Toga With Some Dudes from Tibet
Foot in my back when my socks are dirty
Whip the Trix flip, ticks the clock
Eatin' nothing. Walker skyrim wanderin' the desert moon
Cloud sees, wheezes, calls me dude
What the fuck you thinkin' when conversate castrates your puny thoughts
Minds don't read thoughts they come in like Trojan Horse
Disperse the first of the whacky dope tacky ropes around my neurons, like a baton
It's all wrong, it's all right
To the beat I wanna meet a track and feed it to the pea pods
Seed in my beef and I want to get to know you
Splat the mat on top the mountain
Yoga in a toga with some dudes from Tibet
Wanna bet Boba Fett ain't yo type?
Neither ether or ethernet is a stable way to communicate
Statism is a kind of fucked up slavery
All vegan cheese is a jacked up fee from the overly conscious deli
Super sweet nothings vibrating superstitious ear hairs
Pay the air fair if you want to eat my deathly hollow transmissions
Synapsing in the brain... passing the neurotransmitters
Writer/s: Existø
