chomping at the bit for another shot of self-analysis
on a frozen lake ballistics went off around the ice
not impressed with her flotation vest
broke her shiny white pearls
she gave me mental freeze
gave me crystal black cave scratch
chris lord alge is a knight on the board
makes a mix that cuts through tinsel and deflects off a sword
soundtracked backseat seppuku gutting more than the core
beat the teen center heat licking lips on all fours
not amused by her maintenance bruise
on an outerspace mission stealing chapstick at the mall