Trippin'

Pill poppin', people droppin', beers keep tippin' as the whole crowd keeps trippin',
Bongs, pipes, coke, and weed was no longer our need, we crave da pills, and the beers we no longer had fears, the creepy crawlies scan a crossed the walls, as they crack and the blood seeps through, and drips into my tomb. As a mummy raped in silk, the only thing to give was my soul, as the demon of coke, weed, and ecstasy, come from the ceiling and lift my soul from my lifeless body, laying on the ground, laying on the ground eyes rolled back lost in my mind. The soul leaves my mind as a bullet wizzes by to just kill a fly which was perched on the wall ahead, not to far but far enough to make a scene, and to hear my lifeless body scream, out bloody murder, because I'm dying , laying here with the jar and my beer, but then i hear that ambulance is here then i open my eyes and i just appear.