split seconds (between nannies and swamis)

be real; conscious rap failed us

and in saying that

you know

welcome to my rap jam

the top-hatted abrahams are shoveling the raisin bran

in eyeballs their bitchlaws are leaping off the laser scan

into your genotype telling you to deepthroat pipe

if you don't do it well

these hoes might

the red carpenter's quota fills the deficit in motor skills

of on-lookers raw sugars register at overkill

within your colon wall so a candied bowling ball

you squeeze out at the open call but what if you could

inundate the open hearing with your shrewd barbs

that perforates the sloganeering on the cue cards

would you prize that fine cut or just apply blush

as besquelched sea-kelp nibbling on pie crust

the job offers for albany's count dracula

and calorie-count spatula kitchen staff

are on the lithograph

of your calvin klein alkaline-enriched gonads

should i kiss your ass or drown you

in the saffron soy dip

but my zaxxon joy stick pokes at my

glitter-spackled tight jumpsuit

mr. applewhite grunt pukes

from the candlelight-drunk seldom-sung suit

but you're the fresh-faced unknown

with sophomoric gags and washboard abs

finding cineplex waste blood stones

can i be og mudbone

go free and unplug the phone

nannies or swamis undefeated

screaming pansy commies! love it or leave it