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