I'm flabbergasted, hanging from the palace rafters/ in palace vare-days,on square space/ at my place,look,on my face book/, the recipe, best chef way to ,bake-
cook/ yer steak good, When it comes to gettin lazer frequency microwaved would/ it reach you & if it could reach you/would it leach through,your mouth,where your teeth chew I'm off free booze, back on D.M,.T shrooms/ fallin back off ,& on the wagon so often I got confused/ cuz I didn't see it marked in the rules,/ I'm getting sparked & infused with this topagraphical tropical juice/ my optical noose, around my logical views/ it's not illogical 2 stop the auto-mobile for obstacles/ poppin' lottsa' pills, ammox-ah-sillz, in,/ got boxes filled with oxy- cotton pill/bottles, I still follow all the wallow/-in, in your sorry, but I'll put it off til tomorrow/ awfully hard bro, 2 not be a retard so/ sometimes when I spit, these bars go, so retard slow/ its so annoying, boy oh boy kid/ there he goes , destroying/ everything, good in life that someone else worked 4/ some 1 help the dirt poor, & or the filthy rich/ I'm still so sick, I've got 2 fill mo' scripts/ still no hick/up chuck gettin' sick ,no shit, now there's a slow drip/executive orders that they issued/ too many napkins are being misused & tissues/ have suspiciously ,maliciously, gone missin'/ I got a long list, in a pinch I can just listen/ especially if when,it's time 2 pay attention, I misplace my pen,then/ it's time to start note taking/ ---(CHORUS) "PAY ATTENTION, GRAB A PAPER & pen then we can maybe begin, ladies & gents/ bein' these incidents are being staged events, crisis actors paid to pretend, slaves to the nig-alien-dialectic on every station, electro waves in, wave lengths been/ radiatin' my rhythm's circadian" --(OUTRO) been hungry since i was a baby in/ the early 80's when/ everything seemed to make since then---I'm so anxious & depraved, the exact opposite of lazy/ Mr. Lyrical flow, ladies, "BUT, YOURE NO SHADY"/ I'm on the side lines yellin' "GO BRADY"/ in a gold Mercedes, throwing' gravy/ trains into the waste basin & a token of the way things/ ended up turnin'out, you got turned out/ all yer earned clout, is burned out/ I'm starting to blurt out, these words & shout/ I'm concerned with how, its ever gona function/ cuz my assumptions ,are out 2 lunch with ,this chick's missing husband/doin' trick or treat costume runs with / jack-black o' lanterns & smashing pumpkins/ I'm stumped when, this girl, uhh, friend/ throws her pearls before dum men, that are on 1 end/ of the spectrum she's not on/ we smoke pot long, into the night & write rock songs/ I fight wrongs & try'n correct them/ I'm in the best min..,mindset, /I could've hoped to be in & not worth speakin'/ so no repeatin' ,but im'a slowly delete them/, hopefully this evening/ ,,,."I'll believe it...when I see it"--(CHORUS)-----
FlatNasty
