Springwater fresh hit the back of my throat/ On my inkblot, they said I saw two kinds of tropes: pictures of simians "sharin' the stone"/and grifters who liftin' what's mine for they own.////I'm on a mission from Loki and God/ I know the toad I need; gimme no frogs// I know Don King ain't gon' give me no odds/ I know the dope I need give me no grog////Springwater fresh hit me bottom to top/ not aquatically, obviously it's the raw/Is it sodomy giving my girlfriend the claw? While you ponder it, I'm on the run from the law////I wanna thank the good people 'Kauai, for givin' my girl a home she could find God in/ I wanna warn the bad people 'Kauai, the desert is littered with holes you could fall in////

I gettin' closer to God/ I'm hittin' dope in cigars, binge-watchin' Hulu//I'm in a unique position/ I'm killin' Christians on a mission for Cthulhu////

Springwater fresh let me leapfrog my death/ and meanwhile the meth helped me clean out my den/ Seawater species of mermaids and fish/ secrets breathed into Eve before people could swim////I'm on that "I got that joy joy joy joy"-shit/ Anomalous toggle-switch, (watch it there, boychik!)/ Farmer John's Almanac, all of that noise/ poisoned the voice of the voiceless////

Springwater fresh was the difference in density/ threshold was met while my architect tested me// FOMO my mojo and Etsy my destiny/ Gopro my yo-yo; the best of the century// Walk the dog (that's just me): you know/ a classic/ more modest, badass than some pop-can theatrics/Drop the con/ that's the thing, you know I had it/ the thought that I lost to the drugs again, dammit////