I'm the Sun and the Moon in unison,
my flow was exhumed from the loony bin,
G-O-D style,
that's why I see pee and a poo pile in your stylish jeans,
well my genes are blue and green,
I'm the grass that grows and the waves that erode your world away,
your understanding of what's actually happening is really worlds away from where it should be,
nothing can be restricted for you're destined to pop open new avenues of endless possibly,
then play possum for a spell and the secret they don't tell
is that there's only alive and well,
the rest is just an Arcade trick, two bits a go,
I accept wooden nickels cause I'm Gregree the Horus Forest King and my pine needle's leaking dopeness into Alice, She's a junkhead unchained,
it's raining blood, the good stuff, mana mana from Innana,
can I come over, I know you wanna do it,
so I unwinded the twine of the stitch in time,
grabbed my vine and swung right through it
Ride the psilocybin teacups,
my style is psychedelic be-bop,
if you wanna, we can have an improv of a Supreme Love,
the green blood of the lawn, dreaming,
will awaken at the dawn screaming with excitement
for the dopest rhymes,
enlightenment is a bite from a fish on an open line
Why don't ya SOHCAHTOA,
go and work out the math quiz, wiz kids,
Pocahontas had more than a poco amount of hotness regarding that ass,
that chick just wanted to ride on my Horus hard thing like the Horace Harding
and she expressed way over top with such joy, I actually heard her pussy pop,
there once was a Crocodile who dreamed of a Weasel running past third bass,
attempting to steal home,
then it was seen that Gregree,
the bird face King of the Gnomes stole all the plates right off the diamond with rhymes that shine,
I'm literally unstoppable,
my raps are the cock of Abraxas,
my moxie is the Monster of lore,
I kicked open the sky,
punched a hole in the floor,
I'm double fisting your plane,
it's hard to explain
but in the end you'll show me gratitude,
I'm here to make clear,
you're my kin, you're my blood
but your current energy sucks,
what the fuck ever happened to giving great attitude
Ride the psilocybin teacups,
my style is psychedelic be-bop,
if you wanna, we can have an improv of a Supreme Love,
the green blood of the lawn, dreaming,
will awaken at the dawn screaming with excitement
for the dopest rhymes,
enlightenment is a bite from a fish on an open line
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