Sad days here when you won't grace me,
Chase the set of the sun facing,
Odd and God swallow the death we inflict
Murder man get murder man charged Pope Innocent,
That's the gent that I am, Sam,
Damn, Dame with the fame from the fam
Foreign King in the foe run land,
Karma runs like a carousel, Chan
Fork over the ransom chancin'
Fell got a lotta lotto essence
I put on a good face to give lessons
Cross me and I'm testin'
Peer at me, I leap through the temple womb
Stumblin' on stairs, monk with the broom
Admitting pairs with an eye on their roof
Schedule truth with a wife with hooves
Radio scatter picking up Seti chatter
Fatter Vatican friar bubble bath lathered
Bubbles with color beebles with butter
Utter bombs to drop moms except Souther
Continent content to slaughter fathers
Witch taking flight lend her neck to a knife
What cost is darker than a date with true life
Kadabra Dabba Doo my tool is the scythe
