arteries clogged/when my heart stopped the medics called code blue
the chemists stalled/all you smelled of tall old shoes
caught the scent of  burning hair before i stroked out
i got locked up, used a nail file, of course broke out
of the pearly gates, checked the clock, it was early mate
i wasnt quite prepared to be burning in a lake
of fire where im greeted at the end of my journey
not steve perry, it was the cheap sherry that hurt me
never cook with anything you wouldnt drink yourself
and if you have half a chance, always think -- or else
if you blink, then you tell me
did you miss it? or is your perception wealthy?

the reception of the jubilee was wonderful and healthy
i want to thank all of those that helped me
through a tough time, the one rhyme slowed me up
but i eventually figured it out and soon throwed it up
i induced mental vomiting and out it came
yet another win in a bout with the brain
 