I抳e been down this corridor -
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn,
Too late I抦 spoiled, I need the napalm
I got it, I shot it in my left sector,
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation - mate抯 blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That抯 rarely sober. but there抯 no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I抦 beyond dawn,
No I抦 not in the lawn under pawns -
Don抰 rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. I抦 currently current
Currents of electricity; they can抰 get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin ho抯 on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - I抦 bent.
Second scene: I抦 the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroner抯 office;
Where my rep grows. I抦 on some sort of drug
Like the president, it抯 evident that I抦 noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
I抦 lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
It抯 a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by god.
It抯 my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
It抯 blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
I don抰 feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
Doesn抰 heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
I never pull out for suspense - I抦 on a bent mission.
Jack cousteau couldn抰 take it no deeper -
I抦 a resident in davey jones micro-locker
Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
Mad dog, a taste, never had hog I抦 droppin
The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
Treasure through measures in bars - I抦 bent.
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