Creep up with the creek up, stones screaming smooth
Storm letting loose with switch flipping moods
A couple dudes smoking roaches, domino porches
Pour this, in your cup, double up and drop down
Eyesight brown sepia, let me up, bloody lip bite
Skin stretched tight across glaring grins
Last cycle spins out the pins and needles 
Devoured by this lonely evil, search turned into retrieval