radio, check check, video, check check   this is how the city folk and mole people connect   somebody warp the message right i'll pass it to the next   now the perferrated county's making you upset      harvest all brand x clark kents to worm pool   carbon heart   burried his nozzle in fossil marker art   pardon   cadaver had a legitimate pulse   and littered volts are with the village    where the skiddish pigeons molt   bastard poacher gasped    with the pigeon with lazerus billy goat whiskers   he rose to see salt in the open blisters but   blind anarchy slips through the cracks,   see naked martyrs with bubbliscious on fishing rods   itching to pull it back   with that organic invention incubated to hatch   suome can try to make it fructose on paper now   allow the details later and the crews will taper out   of wooly mayors ousts?   through piggy jammy happy shooting at the bladed mouth   bazooka tooth zoo keep the paper route   with janky funds and favors   cradled by twelve empty sell the heart containers   man, it's freezing in this brick bitch   winter forever   like pucks that tawny felt down with his sore furry wrist severed   i walk face first through the sex, guns, and church   with wild things that make maurice syndek question his early works   but no hostages no promises   out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets,    now clogs off gromits   running from a rabid ring wraith click, basilisk, serpentine   in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes   scrub blood off the AF1 fifty two pick up first degree   some toddler's smuggled tommy guns and crack into the nurseries   dogg, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets   and those ain't twin beenie babies inside his pockets   2010 sonograms show the magnum's worn directly out the fetus   evolution for the young killer convenience      radio, check check, video, check check   this is how the city folk and mole people connect   somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next    now the perferrated county's making you upset   magazine, check check, paper route, check check   this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect   somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests   polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?   now-a-days even the babies got guns   diaper snipers having clock-tower fun   misplace the bottle might catch a bad one   have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young      hold up   if the jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol   it makes homicide okey dokey and your god will forgive you   just show the saints at heaven's gate you should be on the list   i hear overlooks manslaughter for a tatooed crucifix   twisty, fidgety, contradicting   wild animal shit bleed off the slide of born doctor?   to mister turnable mind bought?   somewhere to laminate dry bones in cool water and ease madula    after you thumb sucking diaper chains   give birth and shoot the school up   i duel, too, but only to exploit no brainers   teenager beef past alligator teeth   and extra-curricular flagpole scrappin'   amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones   team mechanism brought airborn shrapnel scraps to hassle captain   by the itchy index of an umbilically garped fraggle baby   fragile, maybe, ya think   chop shop and a misled maladjusty crusty lock box   hiding clips that light the sky in seconds   like dueling commutal hopscotch gives them leverage   cut 'em with mortars    while i mumble in the immortal slang of "must-not [sleep]"   for the anti-lead nirvana   i used to think i'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber   now the bus is slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder   suffered through kingsley   rep a wide pride dosage   for tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches   not a coach, but that'll even jolt the immobile   when global terrorism's all the rage your folk get smoked local   block[head], if you need me, i had to bounce to d.c.   to bullet-proof mom's flower garden   before the war cheats me   if i'm not back in a week tell the crew i said "peace, and lay low"   strains don't vacate slow      radio, check check, video, check check   this is how the city folk and mole people connect   somebody warp the message right, i'll pass it to the next    now the perferated county's making you upset   magazine, check check, news flash, check check   this is how the hermit inc. and busy bee connect   somebody's losing track of their flesh and blood in arrests   polka dotted landscapes what did you expect?   now-a-days even the babies got guns   diaper snipers having clock-tower fun   misplace the bottle might catch a bad one   have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young      aboard the battleship, gray sky, the day i    got the phone call Jam Master Jay died   so, no, i'll probably never write another daylight   because the stingers tend to cling more than a portable hay rides   it adds up when a pioneer fall   incompares to your ninety-nine bottles of beer wall   there's banana peels in your hamster wheels   hand cannons in your shoebox, please   mine's got adidas, rest in peace.............get at me.