Fie foe fum

Fie foe fum,

I see with my private eye

Cloud-nine dies high

The ganja farmer

The Buffalo soldier

The Lyrics amour,

Tongued tooth like verbal assassins

Impregnation maniacs

Record liked vibrations

Sen Sei's since that day

Vibes brothel

Rhymes cartel

Cant tell

the difference.

Between you and I

Fie foe fum,

I smell a rat hum,

a hymn in the sky.

This is the song of,

The professional bum.