Poison Mr Traumatik

[Intro]
Listen, listen
Multi-dimensional intergalactic fucking business on this one
Big up my raving gang, remember we do this shit for you
Question everything
Anything's possible

[Verse]
(Poison)
Mister Trau-man-a-matik
I'm that fifth-dimensional chosen one
My double time flows freezing cold
I call it the rolling frozen tongue
I'm rolling smoking blunts
Until I got swole and broken lungs
Don't piss me off or aggravate me
'Cause I'll pin you down and then feed you
(Poison)
I don't shot weed no more, it's personal
I'm smoking crops (blazing)
But when I used to sell weed
I'd never tick like broken clocks
If you don't like drum 'n' bass, I hope you choke and rot
If you disagree, kill yourself and go and drink some
(Poison)