COUNT BASED - Lee Scott, Milkavelli

I wish I sounded more like Eazy-E but for now I’m sound with being me

A stealth assassin with a squeaky knee

Limping through your living room on PCP, screaming 'Leave me be!'

Can’t you people see?

I’ve been tripping since me Eddie Griffin episode of Def Comedy Jam on DVD went

missing

And now I be, incomplete, like the box set

Find yourself chilling on the dark side in one step

Talking to the voice of sanity like have you gone yet

6−1-6 is the number inverted cross check

Take this out of context, John is a concept

Tatting devil gang on Madonna, with the long neck

On a cold sag marathon, splitting atoms while the adds are on

I’m the one, I tell you straight.

Fuck misdirection

Made in a test tube previously used to cook crystal meth in

You probably think I’m messing, I probably think you’re whack

I dunk a mini basketball while giving Shaq a piggy back

In cement shoes, with Medusa heads on 'em

If only I could be this painfully sweg less often

I’d get a lot more gardening done

But I’ve gone too far and it can’t be undone

Half man half amazing, both parts of me dumb

I’m in the club discussing money, I don’t party for fun

Laigon, laigon life 'til they take my life

I pickpocket Faigon and lick shots at Ronald Reagan’s ride

Perform the great ride with my pagan wife

Give her the sacred pipe now that’s the greatest ride, that was the great right

I walk around the woods late at night, bright, illuminated, Satans like

Bought a firemans axe just to brake the ice, here’s Johnny

Where’s Olly?

Probably taking flight

I’m a round table night, dressed like its 1885 for an 80s night

Take two wrongs and make a right

Jumped in the whip, played two songs then made a right

Keep the formation tight, altered state of mind

Now I’m my shamens guide

Tinfoil Fronts that’s my (?)

Dial 1−800-Suicide like I hate my life, psyche

Purity in this crazy life

My Freemason lambskin apron was made by Nike

Crazy right?

Anti social count basey eye

Get the payments right and count paper like David Icke

(Sweg!)