Timber Creek

Cloak and dager
Rope and drag her

Drink the booze till it's gone
And use it as my musical wand
And i'm not refusing your blond
When the dynamite lit
I threw the fuse in a pond
I feel confused about the bond

Four in a row
I'm looking forward to grow
I feel your orbit, it's slow

Blow your brains out with a rifle
I'm strange and phyco
On the astral plane a Michael

I will recycle your lip
After I do a bicycle flip
As I write flow and trip