This is a song about "Dylan amp amp amp amp"

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Shit sun never came up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Sister act your ass man, sap

You ain't gon find that

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I see the sun comin up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

They just don't give a fuck

Beat box while we team up

Trip on some acid that's done then

And do i need to mention when

In a pair of acid wasted

How bout we blow this bit