Letter To Ouisch - La Coka Nostra, Ill Bill, Slaine

What up kid?

Been thinking 'bout you doing my bid

After the pigs threw me in jail

That was groovy what you did

In Hawaii you were always my favorite of all the girls

Happy you got away and blended back into the world

Remember your old man?

He was far out!

Loved the Orange Sunshine

And learned to worship me at George Spahn’s house

Remember old George named the entire ranch?

Squeaky tried to assassinate President Ford, but got nabbed

But you never lied to me, neither did she either

My evil divas, a bunch of real eager beavers

You can’t fake the realness

The real’s never fakeness

Never hate the greatness or ever debate this

Remember Dennis Wilson?

Too bad he drowned

He was there when I put acid in your daddy’s mouth

Then I gave you wine

Then I ate your mind

Your trippy hippy, Cult Leader guy

Made you mine!