SLy mice
[Verse 1: KYA]
Open vent, air flows, thoughts come composed
Smoke ring, dry mouth, purity proposed
A lock on my mind to appease for surprise
Dead night stares that behold my snake eyes
Auction for knowledge that controlled the thumb storm
Serpents pleasing taking men as clever form
Loser deadly phones ringing loud from afar
Yellow teeth, Greed's breath, lies full of tar
Black days cover life, ladies scream to abyss
Number lines off of life, pushing to assist