Emmitt Owens, Cokehead Dude

There must have been an accident Last week I went on an acid trip Woke up this morning in my pink panther panties Holding an axe again The hatchets on the mattress Like an 80s slasher film I'm the body snatcher Grinning at opposing antonyms Oh lord please I'm in need of a hand Just crossed Pickwick Headed back to Riverbend When I got back I was spittin synonyms Like mixin syrup and cinnamon Then I think I stopped and paused and thought For just a minute man... The door I locked it The Glock I cocked it I heard a noise Jumped back and shot Teddy Ruxpin Choked him out Coldcocked him and fukk'd up his noggin... You know... I've seen to many crispy critters come to life Indubitably delicious Crunchy jitters Wit fukk'n bloody milk inside... Yo, there is no Wuzzles world But it's the Popples girl Big hairy guys Dominating With Sharpened knives and spikes Yo' I've been held up in the clouds Hunting care bears and dicking rainbow bright Cuz I'm used to packing big things in little holes Like close-fitting, middle of two trees tight Slow paced Like no place For a big truck to drive But I was able to park the semi Right between her thighs... Homie! Turn on the light and became ill luminescent You're full of rage and getting jealous I'm already red with envy And the glow worms burrowing holes through my watermelons? It's in the air! White rain Like Dove! Say its herbal essence Blame my adolescents When I was just a kid I found myself thinking of she-Ra's tits And wondering what Tiffany Amber Thiesens ass size is... Bitch, suck on my noun and speak the noun that it tastes like If Sheela had a dolla she'd plant tulips while smoke'n on the glass pipe... I proceed to break the rap rules Harnessing poetry too Drawn in cartoons I don't need an in tune Cadence To hit it off with Other rap dudes Just you... I can do it by myself And I see you tryna cadence rap too...