i write a rap how piccolo grow his arm back
y'all pigeonholed in combat
red velvet cake crumbs make contact
crack pot mascot in the temple of stolen inches
minding my own black business
radicals request their alimony
death don't care who own more
the left hand of nostrum grocers
doctor ignotum per ignotius
the darker my grey clouds and yet how
it seems to thicken my paypal so steadily
and rap music is so amenable to meddling
driving zig zags and rental vans up canyon
where you don't get no medal for what your standards demand
reckless abandon is recommended to claim an upper hand sign
the ruby yacht weatherman
iridescent mare lurk the airdrop
muttering damned amateurs
tripping on the mic cable
fondant for the savant of off-day songs
i stare down an oncoming rapper in an escalade
like i'm theaster gates getting paid for a performance art piece
unfurl the dormant barking
mutual exclusivity is fucking with me
i like the orange box of zig zags
handled your album like a useless knick knack
drove off the prius rental bumping the get back
had a hell of a time and now i'm airborne
my natural-born state is to scorn haste
it's just something about how the orange box taste
never made it past the rough draft
i hum a ballad to it's innocence
like what's mystical is skin pressed to skull