With bot flies hatching
out from under my skull cap
I'm on my last leg
and yet still run rap
somebody needs to go tell Keith
that The Brood Queen called
and she wants her son back
another ET on the AT&T plan
I got to know
what's up with that?
does he receive the 5G signal underneath that wig weave ?
and what makes him so freaking special that he thinks that he
can live inside of a comedy routine? can't get serious enough
to make the big leagues
yet he's always calling everybody out
as if he's jealous of the winning team
but Peter Pan don't want to grow up he's a Toys R Us kid
60 years old
still eating out of Mama's fridge.
playing Nintendo in the basement loading ampex reels.
she's still the only girl he's ever kissed while they binge watch Netflix and chill.
he's got to be on the Spectrum
Like the color purple
so take it easy on him
that neurodivergent black Elvis
White Urkel
don't go showing off your chips
or I'll come at you like a spider monkey peel off your banana skin
but go ahead if you feel like you're lucky you might just make my day
like breakfast in bed
it'll be over easy like eggs
with one quick Twist of the head
I'll hit you like a jackpot
have you spittin like a slot machine
I'll stack it up and cash out
like" is that all you got for me?"
one firm smack on the back
you cough it up
got your Poker Face
from a Cracker Jack box
non-refundable and now you're stuck
don't go flaunting your change
around my spot
the janitor doesn't want
to clean up chunks of brains
from the green felt
covered in blood clots
from the top of the network
I end careers Around the Clock
you're swimming with piranhas now bleeding right in front
of the starving sharks
you need to watch yourself
around these murder artists
and keep your quarters
out the Jukebox
or you'll turn yourself into an easy target
