First Take...

Generators demonstratores men in labor,disputes about gettin' paper/ gettin' paid yer,typical wage fur/ the general labor,but it's conditions are vague-er/ than submissitting the favor/ of quitting the day yer/ brain hurt,& the pain yer ankle/ was in when you sprained it/ from hangin' on a chain pull/ pullin' yer chain ,wool/ over yer eyes,bull-shits old & devised/ they speak in code & derive/ what you deny if you were advised /of your surmised, surprised that you survived/ this revised,three time,greedy crime/ these seedy contractors ,got me on camera/ droppin' sanders,tossin' hammers/ on top of ladders/ when I'm rockin' faster/ than occums razzer/"WAIT, STOP THE RAP SIR" I mean Occums razor/ I'm off my rakers, of vodka chasers/ or maybe on my rockers, poppin' collars/ floppin' dollars, at swap meets & Wallers/ greens,Wal-Mart, & probably target/ obviously I'm targeted,by security guards/ who appear to be hard/ in their own minds, they so near to god/so clear & fog,no fear of smog/ weird as clogs, on yer feet /got them frogs in the jeep/ playin' with dogs on the beach/ while gobblin' quiech, while installing a cheep/ stereo in my fleet/ drivers in my seat,that's survived in the heat/,but their brain got ,fried & their cheeks/ are dried & their meat/ looks like Jerky that's beef/ you need to quit worryin' ,,sleep/ unless yer not worthy of treats/ attorneys that leach,onto the hospital gurneys ,and breech/ their legal contracts, people want facts/ but would rather have peace, than combat/ I've reached my top class,speedin' by cops that/ I hit my breaks ,as I got passed/ slowed down to the traffics flow now/ my chick would be so proud/ no more surround sound ,that's so loud/ so fowl, soaking wet & no towel/ I flow vowels, for foe hours & get no flowers/ 2 sapposed plains, takin down whole towers/owned by the old powers,that be/ twin towers & me, sour & sweet/ devour the feast,chowder & sweet/ potatoe French fries/ NADO trench lines/ Plato presents lies,or so we're told/ either made up or he sold his soul/ this road is cold, rollin' over snow/ this load is blown ,all over hoes/Who got gopher holes all over toads/ smokers nose ,all clovers & rose/ bending you over & boned, repenting you, getting thrown in a hole/ drones in the walls, phones in the mall/ phones gettin' installed ,in the homes of the small/ expendable civilians ,sent em to the ceilings/ scrape em off into the peelings/cocking and sealings,locking the seal rings/ washers and reel-ings,spotters brought meals we/ ate on and ,off the clock ,whether or not, it was punched/better to not pass on lunch/ that would be ham & hush(puppies) & cuppies of starbuckies/ you gettin' all star strucky/ re-tarded duckies, credit cards, no moneys/ no fiat,no cheese gwaup, no prius,for 3 rocks..u mean 3 racks?- why u correctin' me ,thats/ the sign of a relapse, when he's hidin' his pee bags/ and his collos- cum-eebags,needs to be ,bleached last/ week ,it stinks and leaks bad// it's leeeeeakin baddddlyyy...