 Teardrops, chips. Yeah, yeah, this shit's stupid. VK kills it in the set. Insect-like. Capture you and kill you in the web. And in a way, I'm like a wave from a snow. Strangling headphones around its neck bone. So much spit that I can skip stones. I don't condone this, so I'm confiscating your notebooks. Your rap style's sweeter than the donuts. Yo, it's Kane, and I'm a lonely, sad man. So I ease the pain, driving my homie the clown van. I hang around schools with doones and rude cannibals.