The neW i.o.T

W-w-w-welcome to the inna-inna-internet of things,
Gettin' sentimental in my mental, it seems,
Before the days their tentacles strings,
End up inside of me,
Makin' my spidey senses tingle when I am beamed,
By them gigga hertz,
The most damage to my cells with very little work,
Cuz thats where they like to lurk...

You used to be my me a-more-n' so,
G-g-gottt-dam adorable,
But the more i get to know...
The way your liquid flows,
On someone's dick that grows,
Like the frick- en Pokémon petafiles jap-edd-owes smiles ,
When he created pin-oh-key-owes nose,
Whatever floats your boat,
But dont never try to quote what I spoke,
Lately I been broker than a joke,
Rollin' with smokers that slow,
Outspoken while bein' soft spoken,
When's the last time you saw opened ,
A carton of Marlboro's with the packs that are soft ,oh then ?
When them files that were snowed in,
We're blown open like Hillaries old closed bins,
And filin' cabinets full of computers with e-mails ,
cuz that escargo be stail,
And all you vegans be frail,
Now she sail...
Sea-shells at the sea shore,
Where these hores,
Happily spread their knees more,
Than The Frankensteins ego around people like Egore,
M-m-me-moreW-w-w-welcome to the inna-inna-internet of things,
Gettin' sentimental in my mental, it seems,
Before the days their tentacles strings,
End up inside of me,
Makin' my spidey senses tingle when I am beamed,
By them gigga hertz,
The most damage to my cells with very little work,
Cuz thats where they like to lurk...

Classic rock star male vocalist, west coast story telling hip-hop, live in concert, drums, acoustic guitar, ukulele