Late at night before the sun rise evaporates the morning dew / my souls been mourning, mournin' 4 you/ half of my body split down the middle & torn in 2 / the other half is just exploring the new/ land of opportunity scorin' a few/ flu- bugs, givin' me a free opportunity to score new drugs,,,,, newwwww druggggssss...you know I gotsta' have them/ no matter which way they landin', whether they come strapped to an abandoned manually driven ramrod/ or a fast shot, popped right out of a vans guard/ in the middle of a dance off in Rampart/ or a trap spot in Bann- cock/ shuckin' & jivin', a muck is what I'm thrivin' for in this land locked Hot Trans-Am rod/ lookin' for a lamb chop, with a gram rock/ cookin' for a Jackie Chans dog/ that actually ended up in the pans tossed/ out & discarded like a pissed artist/ that gets carded at the little non English speakin market/ I'm on weed & shard hits, been starvin since I didn't get accepted into Harvard/ instead I just rejected all of their hardwork/ working with hard wear, in lazy Susan's arm chair/ my arms hair, grows back rapidly / it adapts to me extracting seeds with my master key/ I'm rapping free ,for those who appreciate it/ at the very least don't repeat mistakes/ cuz them is reassuring themes in your life to help save your life in/ an emergency situation/ cuz I've been growin impatient with the whole matrix/ made up ,all in your brain shits/ and when the pain hits all you can do is take it/ like a man or complain which/ isn't what anyone wants to be engaged with/ my anger, my flagrant inner changing vague -ness/ through different stages, I've remained away from the front page mix/ this is the day which....the saints get....get to go...go.go...Marching in...marchhhh...Marching in ...(CHORUS) If I had 2 describe how the sun rise evaporates the morning dew /my souls been mourning, mournin' 4 you/ half of my body split down the middle & torn in 2 / the other half is just exploring the new/ land of opportunity scorin' a few/ flu- bugs, givin' me a free opportunity to score new drugs,,,,, newwwww druggggssss...you know I gotsta' have them/ no matter which way they landin', whether they come strapped to an abandoned manually driven ramrod/ or a fast shot, popped right out of a vans guard/ in the middle of a dance off in Rampart/ or a trap spot in Bann- cock/ shuckin' & jivin', a muck is what I'm thrivin' for in this land locked Hot Trans-Am rod ,alot of you fellas'll choose the path of least resistance/ I'm sharpening my teeth before i eat my victims/that bit the hand that feeds em' biscuits/ pastors helio-centricks, when they be preachin kids its/ the demons dentures, eatin' in yer/ gizzards, deeper & further in yer innards/ til it enters where you inhale your wind fur/ in the middle of a blizzard in winter/ better hope you don't strip yer/ transmission or your suspension will not be centered/ ,this isn't a Guy co. catchy theme song ,but believe me dog, at the very least please be insured.
FlatNasty
