how you wanna tag my style when i am so superior? 

how you wanna hate a thing when you are so inferior? 

how you wanna mess how you wanna mess my spotless interior? 

let's just say you are not the destroyer 



i've got my bright girl near me she's so much taller 

with a crisp endorsement from the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol 

she's so meta, references Stendhal, 

shares my strange urge to smash a window in every house on our block 



delinquent days are here again 



i've got my georgie fruit on 

he's my dark mutation for my demented past time 

giving replicators somewhere to go but we're authentic 

you can test my talons against your cursive body 

but the controller sphere has disappeared and it hurts 



it's like to disappear for ever but i'm not afraid 



there's two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts 

an hour dead deflects our eggs on latitude 01 degree 

i trusted you no don't explain 

moving in clipped tempos making sad dreams of the flags 

appearing crazy how the symbolism works, don't look at them