When the rot pops off, pause and get lost on it!
(play SMM's games) You sought raw sonic proposito in
the pocket. (Meat want good music) I'm locked in
your optics. Caught in the toxins. Hostage under a
cross, knockin' back Jack shots! It's hot shit! Cash
crop, ominous chocolate. (Sev knows he will make
money from the character 'chocolate') That's not the
riddle, but chaps cop my drivel. (Sev doesnt want to
focus this song on 'chocolate' but instead focus on
how much people are into his art) Intact atop a
missile. (Sev is destined for greatness) I sizzle,
your fluids trickle. (Sev knows he is talented) In
fact, I'm not the civil individual! Kid, you wont
get it until a brick is in your temple, (people only
understand drama) so emphasis imprinted on your
mental - accentuating intensive flow! (Sev puts his
career's future within his lyrics) Dig it? Frickin'
midgets (dumb people) get the mindfuck! I gave em 9
months to get sick (Sev set a goal to be on tour 9
months from his 25th birthday) and time's up! Yo,
light the kine, (weed) punk! Mine bumps fine! (Sev
is giving artistic credit to himself) Slunt (wayf
word for needy women) terrible. Incline! (Succeed)
Front and sever you in time, son! (Sev sees all
who oppose him and will cut them from his movement)
'beware' the song. (deftones reference) Run the
marathon. (stick with SMM for the long haul) Once
the scare is on, punch & tear at cons (fight evil
forces/defend SMM) terror paragon, yup!

You are now in tune with the gratuitous influence of
me in my tortured orchard. (weed induced musicality)
Few are found in full but surely will turn up piece
by piece (zombie film imagery) in my tortured
orchard. (Sev will continue to recruit Meat)

Piece by peice, some of the mangled up Meat can be
preached to easy, sniping 'em right from plush trees.
(weed helps people understand zombie hop) Prideful,
I gripe and bust heat. (Sev creates great music)
Eiffel, they'd like to touch me. Rivals to the trife
and weak! (SMM) This be we, ditzy fiends crave
zedrock death hop. (zombie hop) Rest stop dirty. Not
worthy of the half a second I just took to mention
'em. I'm taking my lyrical hat off and beating 'em
senseless yellin' 'Gilligan!' I'm rollin a bone
(weed) and off a pill again. Youve got your eyes on
the motherfucking hills I'm in! (Sev knows his buzz
is growing) Something's rough and tumble along the
pathway, actually! (Sev forsees a harsh future)
Where you now find your body, it ain't no passe/
blasse fucking bullshit. (Sev's art is legitimate)
Loaded like full clips. (drunk and high) CRIP.
(Community Revolution In Progress) The tune dips
stupidly. (Sev is serious) Who's this? SevidemiC.
Who's that? Beast (Adrian Carujo) on the boom bap!
(instrumental) Dude, tap your boo's fat booty to my
tomb rap! (have sex to his music)