A hand in every pot, a finger in your chili
Deaf to the echoes of shots that linger in the city
Kiddies with midi boxes and shitty problems are little competition
‘Cause I throw up more signs than a deaf bulimic petition
Keep up, throw down, like a show with your meal?
Watch me squander the savages without guns, germs or steel
Great minds think alike, greater minds sabotage
Damaged gods habitualize the recipe for camouflage
Every one a master of the dialects of Babylon
But has to non-aggressively settle for scolding chatterboxes
Scatterplots indicate the trends on democratic backs
The patterns go unnoticed like historic facts and holy acts
By all except percentile-topping spokesmen of apocalypse
The cockroaches anonymous thrive on tainted oxygen
The rest would never follow ‘em, the way alone is treacherous
The lecherous lethargic lumberjackers trudge ahead of us
And grip a grudge but butterfingerfucker broke his toe with it
In fits of fury clutched Pandora’s scabbing wounds and opened ‘em
I stuck a feather in a Yankee shoulder blade and called it liberty
Batshit swingin’ at wild pitches, let’s see who hits with me
Medicine tumbles into a disgruntled body politic
Bootstraps tangled in trust fund morale like “Occupy this!”
And I’m once bitten, twice I bite the fuck back
Runt of the litter I get around like hubcaps
So run laps or get dragged back to the backstock
Perused by sasquatch-looking lettermen in ascots
Frigid dawn approaches as they all clearly resolve not
To change a single thing after the hopeful glitter ball drops
Call it graduation, maturation, however you name it
Still the same old play with plastic cars that roll onto the pavement
That grandma got run over by a Range Rover classic tale
Updated to fantastic scale while onlookers shout “epic fail”
Catch-phrase slot machines spew hashtag complacency
To slavery, not the chains you see but oh, the arbitrarity!
RAWR means “you’re flesh and empty calories” in dinosaur
Stupid picker of the goat behind the final door
Henceforth, I don’t need no psycho’s analysis
To unravel the tapestry pulling on threads of arrogance
Embarrassment’s what you could save yourself, man I’m warning ya
‘Cause you wouldn’t be the first to get all up in my George Foreman and
Well, the predecessors got away with it, but how fortunate
Do you feel at this instant, dipshit, I dare you, read off your coordinates
I’m sorta sick while several spitters turn stale
And right now there’s only one test I’d be sure to fail
I’ll let a lying dog sleep still lest he alert the kennel
And fizzle out between opposing flags of mirth and metal
This classic urban kettle simmers witchcraft from a sick bag
Fostering age-old mishaps, playing pucker up and kiss ass
I’ll dickslap your tinman syntax through the lint trap
Slick as a hydroplane and simple Jack slip crash, shit’s sad!
My ships navigate waterfalls, chasing velocity terminal
Sloppily groping gorillas promise property’s earnable
What a punchline, that’s why I savor all this scattered sunshine
Unwinding toy soldiers and hushing bellicose drumlines
Whether done fine or dun goof’d, I’m armed with a spoof
Parody scoop aloof mutes out of reindeer tracks on the roof
Bazooka tooth fresh out of braces and pizza faces, thanks for playing
I waste my time facebook stalking everyone carbon dated
I’ll take an armor-plated vacation from degradation
Only to arrive at a basement banquet with divine acquaintance.