Lyrics Aural S(ECT)s - Count Bass D

Green fatigues chronic
While Uncle Jimmy be thinking rather pure gin when drinking
Lime away from dry wall
All fall, defense is too tall
Jones for the beats, flip my loop through the LFO
I say tomato, you pronounce it optimo
Let's call the whole thing on
Is it a joint, blunt, shotgun, bowl or bong?
Quite frankly I'm still beneath the table
What God has joined together
Let no man put asunder
Escape, pillage, and plunder
Bloops, bleeps and blunders
And I wonder who's loving you
(Like Michael Jackson)
Death comes in threes like John Paxson