Take another toke on this spliff bitch
here's a line of coke bitch, sniff this
lets get twisted til we can't stand straight
laughing at each other as our hands shake
and make blurred trails as we wave slowly
together, paranoid, ecstatic, safe, lonely
show me how electric my body is feeling
dance for me baby, grind on me, teasing
pleasing my senses heightened from ecstasy
take off your clothes and lie down next to me
let us be as one with nature, intertwined
one with each other, let me in to your mind
in to find what true pleasures unfold within
open up baby, snort this line and let me in
lets begin at the end and start in the middle
finish somewhere between the rhyme and the riddle
I feel brittle and weak but strong as an ox
I'm living my death in the wrong paradox
and my socks seem to be singing, my body tingling
aarggh! my head! my ears bleed from the ringing
eyes stinging from fatigue that doesn't exist
stomach cramps hit, mouth dry, man I feel sick
real quick everything is not in such perfect sync
echoing breath, pulse racing, it hurts to blink
at first I think my narcotics are tainted
I rushed slowly as I got up, then fainted
I open my eyes and to my surprise
"Hiramira Makamushi!"
you fucking what with sushi?
he aimed his sword to my adams apple
I unleash my fury and prepare to grapple
I get to my feet and unsheath my blade
Hiramira Makamushi is me on high grade
mixed with half the pills that I stashed
flying via cocaine airlines first class
we clash!
dry sparks flying as cling meets clang
my hearts dying as ying meets yang
if I lose I die in this fight for life
blocking and dodging his five foot knife
trade swipes and swings as we square up
blade strikes and chings and we stare tough
neither backing down from the moonlit dance
watching carefully as he moves his hands
I see my chance and I take it quickly
light floods my eyes, did I get him or did he hit me?
here we are, and we're sober
and the weekend is over
I rolled the dice of intoxication
where every week in pops this asian
with his sword and armour surface shining
each Sunday evening with perfect timing
challenging a duel with my mental state
and have metal meet metal to handle fate
now it's time for a cup of cocoa
cos if I don't get my sleep I won't go
to work in the morning to sit at a desk
five days until pay day comes around next
five days of a mundande nine to six
to pay out on Friday for next weekends fix
a repetitive nightmare might be what some see
but it's all
Deja Vu in the life of a junkie