Gangrene The Great Frog Hunt
Bird churple through the skinment, you a better hunter
Guaranteed you give up lunch so now you let it puncture
Faces melt down and bent like rubber
Mixed saliva with the poison, we call it the gutter
butter
Through Amazon waters with shaman daughters
Rode for hours, 48 days no showers
I think I see one sittin’ in that tree right there
These hours, maneuvers, they canoed to the side of the
river
Jumped out of it softly
Try not to take a step heavy, hold your breath steady
See him on the branch here, about to jump ready
Startin’ to rain, we’d better move before it gets heavy
And then it gets sloppy, anticipation your heart beat
Starts to jetty, your forehead starts to get sweaty
I heard that type of species poisonous need be
Got a couple like this is, wrote a thesis on his feces
But it’s hard to seize these
Huntin’ in the jungle, the same color as the leafs be
No one said it was easy
All this water beneath me
Got a naked gig and these toxins make ‘em sleepy
Soon as the kid’s up in ‘em, gotta find the trail
This air in this swamp water smells gid
Is that all I get? Get him before he bails here
Pull out the pillow, Casey is the space flash light
Always seems to be the trait
So if they get close enough to hold their legs throw
your way
Don’t wait too long or you lose your bait
Rain’s hard enough to make a branch bleed
You’re scared? I see your hands shake
Give me that Sirrocco makes a damn case
Give me give me give me
Dieee!
