[Intro]

I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...



[Verse]

Can't motherf**k a motherf**ker

From the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher

The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"

Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate

Brooding over waking history that bubbles from the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves

Like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe

Carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam of piss and repugnant energy

Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?

Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt

This is tea-time with the worst, geriatrics on decline of berserk

Back in my day we were three times more alert

Now I go through my old clothing trying to find nostalgic threads to sell

Walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself

Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt

You're free to build with the other end

Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments

You wake up feeling empty like Houdini's grave probably is

Volley with the quintessential digital ager, I'm offended by everything

My opinions come in manger, oh boy

Depreciating since they drove me off the lot, still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra

Procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot, and reminding clones there's more to coping than a nose full of snot

Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808, you couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate

Bishop to queen 4 in damn Daniels under ram skulls

Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils

Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes

Socialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes

I'm hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume

As your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too

Look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare, brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care

I was on that constant futile rage before the internet

I been ignored for longer than you've been interested

The posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed

That's like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish

It helps to know intimidation's all about the optics

Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo, puppy chow and bitches brew

It's not exactly chicken soup, it's heavy-lifters lifting, it's ginseng on his whistling

It's we don't find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching, older yeller

Never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days

Now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains

A walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious

I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian

For a gallery of grifters channeling Sid's action figures grafted with his little sister's after markers glue and scissors

It's trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center

Maybe it's weirder they've never been photographed together

Sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens

And patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves

I'm peeling back the layers, I'm sneaking past the lasers

I'm a lover, I'm a fighter, I'm a seed to blackened acres

The dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me

Your music makes a motherf**ker wanna move to Elm Street

Rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in the current

Here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him, seas part, green trees march out of Eden

I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven, are you starting to be part of the kinesis?



[Outro]

Got me on some other shit

Got me on some other shit

Got me on some other shit