Shouldn’t have fucked round n found out with the medical.
Clinical downers laugh drowsy, bouncing with the chemicals.
Cynical, the pinnacle of powers that be. Remain mystical,
seeming but physical bounty amount to atypical.
Underground a silhouette in elliptical posters,
give cassettes the runaround as a whimsical joker.
Smoking fiscally the green, paramount to the ogre.
Cinders n smolder, ping a greyhound from the vultures,
hold your breaths as we digest incoming outbound culture.
Stay still like a sculpture, there’s a sound getting closer.
Sweating, bet he let a yelp, but it’s Scully and Mulder.
Said we reeking of sulfur, that’s a tee to a golfer
‘xcept we’re three little gophers, riding bears on their shoulders.
And we’re running from boulders, out the way these lawn mowers.
Claws, cause, teeth, sweet, sour, atrocious.
Paws, gauze, meat, neat, power-hour psychosis,
bitch.
( I twist tales like King of the Rodents )
Everything I say is a hundred percent true. (2x)
She don’t want rubber when we’re bouncing the igloo.
Things get godly, oddly handsy like we fuckin with Vishnu.
We peck beaks like Darwin was watching, swoop deep scoop cheap jewelry and watches.
Only top-notch living for the finest pigeons, but some kids on the block rocking sling shots in boxes.
So take a swing where you dare, knick me and I ain’t care.
I’m a hundred stories high, lair’s theme is no stairs.
Quit gazing, lights in the basement. Out. Flicker on and off
in amazement.
Will you now cooperate or moderate yourself?
Payday is a month away, your money on a shelf.
The circuits made are perforated tearing at the seam.
Urgent we must operate, this is not a dream.
Walls are breathing, white noise speaking,
did this just start or are we peaking?
Calmly reconsider our delivery to you.
Embalm the highest bidder after bitters, gin, and juice.
Then immure them in a statue, palms silver-critter infused.
Only for the serious, inquiries are excused.
Shouldn’t have fucked around n found out with the musical.
More addicted than when I was drinking down the cubicle.
Mitochondria make this mighty mouse a powerhouse,
blowing down the trap doors, letting all the vermin out.
Like Merlin he cock a warlocks porkchops, and with a magical lob enchant the crops n bean stalks.
For the Jack of all trades, son of John of thespades,
turn a gamble with the bramble to a way out the maze.
The rat race, the fast paced, the last place you’d want to hunt.
Twelve hours of turning wheels means rotating a blunt.
Every days raises another dangerous stunt, this month it’s raining razors and your phaser’s set to stun.
Everything I say is a hundred percent right. (2x)
I don’t start shit but im’a finish a fight.
Hog-tied, blind sided, scared for my life.
I sprout a seed in my soul in the roots I survive.
Everything I say is a hundred percent true. (2x)
My dermis made if rubber, white matter made of glue.
Every diss y’all hiss at night, lightens back to you.
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