So fresh and so clean but that’s about to change…
Because I’m about to make the chocolate rain.
Storm clouds are grey but these are brown…
It’s about to get funky up in your town.
The slop gonna slide into the water.
Staining up the bowl like a slaughter.
Nuggets here and nuggets there.
Look into the porcelain if you dare.
A word of advice, you better hold your breath…
Cos what I’ve done stinks like death.