Doom Rag

Face in the earth my palms outward breathing chest rise
I banish Judas
With a six point star in virial on my left side
Electric wizard, Belial, tacky horror
I’ll hang you from hooks while boiling fat on your back meat like cacky horror
Deep’s and Ziggy’s and a black DeVille Cadillac hardware store in my trunk space
Seats hanging tools like a hammer rack
Black Norman Roger shades like they’re for my cataracts
The new Osley corduroy jacket, sweating through hagged slacks
I’m an animal, my face behind a cage like a catcher’s mask
Fuck giving dap to Jak
My punches spiked like peyote cactus patch
Smoking those Cali dabs, toking that Cali wax
I’m an alley cat
Lost in the dust, my head a hump with water in it like a camel back
Never grounded with the pounds I’m submerged in smoke like I sauna in ganja
I’m not with the drama
36 anchored heads will send lead out 36 chambers of death like llamas with
llamas
Bars either you don’t got 'em or got 'em, and you don’t got 'em
I’m on my way to the weed house while you getting spotted a Mexican seed ounce
I brought the AZs with the loose plugs to breeze out
Squares in each room pushing the heat out
Squeeze and hit you where you breathing your last cloud of weed out
My studio floor Beverly Hilton bathtub fiends down
In Pencil Lane and a has-been garbage head like raccoons digging through trash
lids
My team trying to reach Pennsylvania Ave and trap it
Blak Church B.L.A.K. strapped in…