Check it, wreck it like an S-wave
Synthetic diamond-edged lathe head
Shaped a lead lyric and bathes your face in flame breath
Bane of death, lethargic after effect of ethereal
Debt paid, imperial’s pet pain, serial brain
Fanger mangle matter, no blood stain
Phrases cut chains, slave days maimed
Made aimless in the rearrangement of claims made
Aided addenders splendor epiloggin’ it
Confidence consummate, composite agog
Wanderer communist lost in it ponderin’
Possible combinations, launderin’
Motivations, thoughts often obfuscated
Foggy bog sloggin’ a lot, belated
Fate shape revelation takes place
Shakes the foundation right up to my face
And traces a way to the an embrace
Undebased by T&A beneath a fucking basket case

One step and a whole house gets smashed
One breath and a whole damn bowl gets cached
Stungunning cunningly, hunting and cutting uppity underlings
Summoning something otherly, shutting up a blundering
Cunt, fist in his windpipe, for fighting like a guttersnipe
Applying the metal pipe, mortifying sight, ripe
melon acts like your head might, sledgehammer, ax, knife,
Spread you like Vegemite, and when you’re dead there’s no afterlife!
Now I take flight, literally outta sight
Concealed below a cloud ‘cause Yossarian’s that white
Still got the burdensome backbite, internal
bedlam in daylight, Fish to a gunfight shit
malachite fist set to make a hater satellite
Ignite, tie you to a stick and light my way through the night
Lay it on thick so you listen when I recite
Cuttin’ to the quick until you’re salty like a sodomite

I try to lie between what is expected and my dreams but
Now I can’t sleep, and my eyes have sunk deep into my
Sockets, I think I got it but there’s holes in all my
Pockets soles and locket, old habits die
Slow like descent into a rabbit hole
Christmas in July, Santa brought me hot coal
Lookin’ like a prole, the folk around me tend to take a toll
On my sanity, but I have to love my friends and family
Happily chill with any brother in the summer heat

Scramble an egg up on the concrete, gamble and beg your way to
easy street, I’m a deadbeat who deads beats
Fed to me like red meat, a small feat In any grand scheme
Little element red with heat, building a head of steam
completely unafraid of slings and arrows, spit thunder by the
barrel and Sunder girl’s apparel, fairly careful
Not to wear my cares for fear of faring badly sadly
Still fighting to be frictionless for freedom madly
In love with my art, fits me like a glove as I impart
An argument against the philosophy of Descartes
I’m smart, my primary source of arrogance
I cite a primary source attesting to gazelle elegance
The martial artfulest preconception arsonist carving
Partial testaments and anti-obelisk arguments
Hark! I bark a lark to spark notional embarkment
Malarkey farting snark? depart! That’s not my department