Loced 'til they smoke me, Orthodox 'Til my casket drop G K All the Way Loced 'til they smoke me, Orthodox 'Til my casket drop G K All the Way [Verse 1] Gilbert Kieth, ain't got time for fools George Bernard Shaw, so my nine rules Time to, bust heretics blocka blocka playa play hatin' on biz-Nietzsche for the games he play So modernists, pull quick, better be quicker than the next mother superior them nuns make you inferior 'Cause I'm Chester-tronic, gettin wasted on sense that's common bust out my automatic, quip-tastic, snap back like elastic When I'm in the train station, people get impatient, I'm wavin Like when I'm eatin' bread and cheese, public displays of elation I love to throw my middle finger to the experts I expect the neglect they protect their own against threats I'm smokin' tiny cigars 'til I pass out (coughing) Yeah, fellas, gettin' Chester-toned Rollin' through Battersea, let them bastards see my pimped out handsome cab like a rocket rippin god knows what outta my over-flowin' pockets I send my wife a telegraph cause I ain't know where I oughta be I got a tiny knife in my cane when dumb ass chicken mutha cluckers step to me I tell the cabman to pull over I'm so excited by my pocket knife he think I ain't sober [Hook] Loced 'til they smoke me, Orthodox 'Til my casket drop G K All the Way Loced 'til they smoke me, Orthodox 'Til my casket drop G K All the Way [Verse 2] The Lord says to the sunset do it again Like a young plucky plucka, excitement without end I debate intellectuals, where you can't tell the fakes from the snakes Enemies from phonies, friends from your homies Around the corner, there's another socialist vegan fool He don't know I got a ortho-glocksy, til' it gets pulled Like a mutha frickin' Chester-threat Cravin' truth like a taco full of meth What's up with Aleister Crowley talkin' about me, like he got the clout? please. Throw the Bible to me mate, read some Job 38 It packs a paradox, blocka blocka shoots straight And with my cheese block, check the clock, time to write Dictatin' one essay while I write another on my typewriter It's gettin' tighter and tighter, no edits needed dudes send that shiznit to the London Daily News I tell the writing assistant, writing's over She read my essay on gargoyles now she think I ain't sober [Hook] Loced 'til they smoke me, Orthodox 'Til my casket drop G K All the Way Loced 'til they smoke me, Orthodox 'Til my casket drop G K All the Way
