Lunchbox

Oh f*ck his cups spilling He hovers on the stove his pot skilling They knocking on the door they smell a villain He blinks twice he's transported God willing Just a bunch of chess heads, trying to see where to bet next Decide for millions if they live or their death's next Their hat might be fitted but their mind is wilted world view tilted Just chasing green like cesped Alright kids check your lunch box Ignore the pop rocks Grab the bump stock This world is ours ride the ac until the wheels off Until your heels off Until you feel a part of your soul peel off That's how you know Nirvana's near This isn't J-Ice anymore man Siddhartha's here Rap today man there's too much flair In his cerebral lair That's where the bars live and the demons share They probably braiding hair Maybe baking some banana bread and snacking on Korean pears Can only reach him on the COM1 He's not a calm one So i suggest you tread lightly unless you want some Riding in his sleigh A couple hand grenades For all the kids to play Only toss them out when the TikTok say And carry on his day like any other day