Feelin’ so spectacular-
Vernacular… like Drack- you- La,
Contacted from the back like a taranch-ah-la.
No more or less sub-stanch-you-will,
Then a pack of jolly ranchers on capital hill,
Im making’ capital still, understand that I will,
Come unraveled as the cancer that isn’t actually real….
Contractions are ill…
I’m thinking back on the shack where they pill…
Your cap and that’s a matter of fact…
Papp.. a- pap- pap…..
Never hesitatin’ when we merrily merrily verify that our daughter-married Jason-
I’m very patient…
Like the lady that waited everyday on a paycheck,
I’ve been on the out side -
Lookin at wasted….
Pushers and taste it,
Cookin up basic,
Music that’s good let’s just face it,
Sewage and fluids you’ve wasted,
That you spew or threw up after today it’s,
Gonna be nothin but boot camp,
And you’ve been replaced in,
This day and age of A. I. you foolishly made big…
Truly it’s one plus two … days since may fifth,
Drivin on the sidewalk, swayin on pavement,
Fuck this country’s government that’s great entertainment,
Don’t get angry or strange kid…
I’m way past my range get,
angry off my makeshift patriot spaceship,
But aliens with rabies took their place and estranged shit…
Started takin place, these foundations are ancient,
These games they been playin are made for their entertainment,
I swear what I say is ,
Territory so dangerous,
Ceremony arrangements,
Very very do I swear on a pair of grenades, clips…
On your mark , let’s get set skip…
The record and the ledger, no treadin on this drip,
Wait , wait , rewind the tape…
I meant to say say ,
As we enter Armageddon, together,
Let’s never attach things,
Like caffeine and headache indever
No matter the weather,
We’ll splatter the leather,
That a man has instead’a-
A gradually betta habit , that just keeps getting badder& badder ,
After the aftermath it was sadder & sadder…
And the day when my bladder,
Went wayward and skee-dattled
Like the pay dirt that I’ve I’ve gathered,
Make hurt , turn to mallard…
Take your gun out and squirt the salad,
You takin all the fun out of this it’s certainly coward,
On the hunt for prowlers, so thirsty-and shallowed…
It irks me , I’m callous,
The amount of dirt in the earth that goes from the turf to the hallowed,
They’ve purchased the gallows,
Resurfaced the way you smurfs interpreted owls,
The culprit is the a-cult.. & time will surface like fowls…
Determined to corral all the so called murderin’ that skerd the old mare-
It’s the hair …
The hair and tortoise let that sentence penetrate organs,
Not to mention proportions ,
Cemented in corners,
Firm-a-ment was hidden so that could endorse bluffs ,
Said before and I’ll said it some more get,
Outta my orbit,
You’re morbid , distorted ,
Your oral performance is abnormal boring ,
Anomalies in subordinates , told the porter to order chips ,
Nothin more they can do to screw with kids,
The maneuvers they slip,
Through the hands of steward who colluded with Drew’s chick,
I’m unusually cool when listenin to music
