In Heaven (feat. Jakprogresso)

I'm an E-bomb, dropped in a Concorde Some hunter Thomson, doing coke of gun barrels at the golf course Two hands muddy, the one-man band, dug in Heads' locked, Stumps sprayin' like graffiti cans flooded Up in the Closet the weed hanging, enough with the weed bragging (Come on man) Nostrils smoking like Pete's dragon Burn a blunt, sip rum, do a line off your journal front The bong hit brought submersives up The crooked nurse brought the purse'n stuff They want me to go kill hookers and murder plugs (What) One zip and my sweats dumpy If you think the last album I did was in '06 you're a dumpski Growing gas up The Hash like last crumbs Coughing of the dabs neighbours think I got asthma Everything's wonderful, awesome, great Sauce is grape Two pupils big as saucer plates You put your plan in placement Now you pray there's an angel waiting at the bottom Quick enough to catch you from the pavement Teeter on your tippy toes, pins and needles Feeble like an embryo, they're leaving memorable and grievances Pleading to St. Peter's for the entrance code Slipping under from Coke from Pepsi-co Megalomaniacal, Hung like a reverends cloak Pasty Cenobite Self centred but still make the room nod like safe injections sites She gave me what she's saving for your wedding night Came to wet the pipe Left with Decorated stripes Hunched like Deckard Cain, meditate til the weather vein ignites I'm on my Rob Ford, the reddish face, heavy, sweaty vagrant type Yo I'm holding court with whores and sinners Too busy sorting innards to consider pointing fingers Fall asleep to the cable static Swayin' backwards with dime baggy hanging out my nasal passage