Dum-diggy, bump Biggie

Til the landlady holler, "Get a haircut, hippie"

The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill

Breath quelled dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells

Shedding, purple tape, purple 'hawk, ape

A single flower through the permafrost

Pick himself and learn to walk, in furry pants

War paint, circling a duralog

Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog

Schlock purist, watch the block burneth

One o'clock prophets in the parking lot at Perkins

The perfect politicians 30 clicks outside of Sturgis

Doggie bag doctors, military deserters

Who still shop surplus and can't hold jobs

I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not

Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs

Might pedal by the police

Tuff with two F's



Ah f**k that shit look

Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn

Or dead dog sent to quote/unquote "live on a farm"

The coke bottles tint film noir

Tripping out the milk bar

Poison horchata cup

Milf in the Zip Car

6 arms, 6 hand-styles like ships on scrimshaw

Part Def Jam part Dischord

My wig-picker threw me out of her office

Had to cold turkey 'benzos, summer was awesome

Onion of 'bensis

Summer was awesome

Got brats on the grill

Wormwood in the cauldron

Horse hoof in the dog's mouth

Cholera in the well

Make money periodically vomiting on himself

I read Nat Geo, craft and crack geodes

Lift party hats out of Craft Depot

Unleaded liar blood pumped through his neck

Came down from the mountain

Tuff with 2 F's



TUFF

TUFF



(What's so funny?

You, what are you laughing at?

I said what are you laughing at?)



Before a player ever met his omega

They were effectively reducing his behavior into data

With plans to build a dais where the

People grow potatoes and cabbage

Don't make him raise the gate between the bettas

In a spectacle displaying the nature of strange neighbors

I paint caves 'til the rage campaign tapers

And show a new crop how he used to moonwalk

Out of breath like a 7-day old balloon dog

I still hang band posters and buy black-lights

Crib decorated like a dorm room at Brandeis

Still pretend I'm gonna build another half-pipe

Nevermind the Ford-era christening and pants size

Man, who could've guessed the future of abominable imagery

Would also share a birthday with Kenny G? None

The 99 cent 2 cents keeps 2 arms folded

Tuff with 2 F's



Yeah, let's do it like that



Unh I pay a guy to lean over steepled fingers

And convince me to pay him for his teas and tinctures

The string cheese dinner kid speak Cheech wizard

For the gone like Gossamer under number 3 clippers

Free, forged in various pulp channels

Even his prize horse rides a wolf into battle

Even his blood and body couldn't pick him out a line up

Or his name off the paper

It's Aes pronounced "Why Us?!"

First learned the high art of eyeing a mark

Buying nickels for a dime at the park

I learn to rhyme in New York

I learned to breathe underwater

I learned to walk with a ghost

Adidas reeking of sulfur

A chauffeur cemetery funk

When home is a bleeding ulcer

Everything you ever stood up for is keeling over

Moonset beautifying

Cartoon death catfish on the Foreman

Tuff with 2 F's

Yeah