forty-eight

frank spee ch

Four Twenty plus One

whats in store for this world ? More money plus guns

you’re funny but fuccked up , a war’s coming motherfuccker , buck up

get your shit tight like virgin pusssy

perfectly worded its curtains looksy 

things are top heavy they’re about to topple over

general pop’s in the clouds but there’s the growling of a monster soldier

through the worst of it , prepare for what’s next

It isn’t the mushrooms , it isn’t the meds

this message is strictly a mission delivered in death

witnessed with vividness this vision is blessed

you can carry on status quo

very fact of the matter like nothing matters a joke

To laugh hysterical like kids and cartoons

but prepare your asss you bet for the split and hard truth

exact symmetry 2 buttcheeks cut perfectly down the middle

this planet’s in peril you encourage it I found you simple

and you barely grew or ever evolved

the same careless loons staring at the moon forever you’re lost.......

hey spocko yea we in a war now all kinds actually the ship in canal was something it's about done just few things left it's tidy up time no more cabal.