BLOODbath64, Madison Acid - Vapor Season lyrics

Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season
For catching the vapors

Spittin' on ya from the top of the Ponzi
Spilling your guts just like a
Fuckin’ cup of coffee
That was held by a jittery hand
Life's a beach leave the shoreline
Littered with cans and
I told ya I don't give a frick or a damn
If these doggies wanna play I got the
Stick in my hand and say fetch
I came in this bitch to catch wreck
And pack TECs and cash checks
And have sex and crash jets
And smash cassette decks
And when I start to blast
I ask which head’s next
On no bed rest only lots of fluids
I shot the sheriff but I didn't mean to do it
But I did it like that
And what's done is done
That's what you get for sparkin'
Blunts with a gun fuck and run
Liz Phair kicks and snare
Hats and cymbals and Jack was nimble
But Jack was dim and he wasn't too quick
I reached into his pants and
I snapped his dick it's M-80 the raging id
The type to shoot up all the
Parents and then raise the kids as my own
Act alone when I crack your dome
Pack the cone and light it up like Christmas
Life's and art and art’s a business
I leave the crime scene but
I never leave a witness

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season
For catching the vapors

I see pink moons and green clovers
Silver bullets plus red blood all over
The ill soldier snortin’ pure Coca-Cola
Tote so many guns I got bad shoulders
It's a hold up
You’re best to do what I told ya
When I roll up I hide the bomb in a stroller
And tear the spot with a terrorist plot
When I step into the room
All the flowers just rot and glass shatters
Bugs scatter blood splatters
It doesn't matter just how bad it gets
Because it only gets worse
Matches in my purse to burn the church
And spit the gypsy curse
I filled the hearse guess I gotta get a crypt
I packed the blunt guess it's gonna get lit
I skip the diss hit you
Straight with the fist and leave you miffed
Like gorillas in the mist the queen snake
Slidin' through the police state
But these days I have to
Smoke like three jays just to catch a buzz
Running from the fuzz
Do the dinosaur like "was
Not was" just because
"Fuck it" tatted on my knuckles
Known to swing a baseball bat
Below the belt buckle
I may chuckle but I’m far from giddy
Got my finger on the trigger
Make it pop like Iggy

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season
For catching the vapors