(Pass me the tiger piss)  I tunnel rat into the hidden habits of collage dog inferno  No turning paths back(charlie attack!)  The half man have orders to burn the village  And come out with both hands intact  I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained  Now I catcall with dead walkers  I'll send a postcard form the Nang  If I can get onto the roof in time to hang  From the leg of this last chopper    Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row  Of rotating blood colors on brick textures  And others modified climates make nasty tongue plunge  (head shots)  With opposite of chameleon blends from cartoon dreadnoughts  There was this parasite inside my wide intestinal tract  That took over my bark box before I had a chance to take my life back  And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?)  At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head in advertising  He said:  "Sure, others have passed, this is a gate to definition  But thats not the singular attraction to the setup  Not the action or the sacrifice of past draftees  Actually more of a layaway ducats plan  For the young get up and go out motivators  See the new soldiers smolder different  From that antiquated taste of stately hatred"  Well I came from melting options on the D train to the lobby  See academics played second in my life  To unmatriculated brain hobbies  And I admire the dedication to you ranks  Plus want the training  Loss is not a big problem it's all about what I'd be gaining,  "Well you'll get power, respect, an audience, a check, a car, Money for   school, honey with uniform fetish on your tool,  You'll travel, form bonds, be a part of something  have a structure, catch bullets..."  (catch bullets?)  "...I meant cash bonus  See this gold plaque, you could own it  After killing half a million  It's such a good feeling  To earn your country's respect and love  So what do you say son, are you my man?"  Fuck it, sign me up    Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang  The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang  Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang  The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang    I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained  Now I cat call with dead walkers  I'll send a postcard form the Nang  If I can get onto the roof in time to hang  From the leg of this last chopper    Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder  What a marvelous martyr maker  50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup  Melt with me slower this round  Technical retardation sound round one sound the hardest  Heartless  Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted  The hot shit, hopped up and shifty  Shift shit sickly, monster  ancient makeshift ministry mic on Nervous slur   bomb teleprompter, sights on  Laser head looks like a linguist  fighter lights flurry down Rounds like a ration  Allied force stranded  Stranded like a lord of the bugs and disbanded  Better bring the band aids  Hustle shit fantasy gun talk  Erotic logic walks out of boxes  Dead thug hug slug, metal like molten  De-evolve thug, crawl back in the ocean  Hoppy Horatio choke on broke potion  Broke and most potent to float, flank the facts  Face the fucks with flak jackets  Jack of all trade  Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion  I'm back like packers  Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into fragments  With terpuntine flows that broke down biblical tablets  Broken down handicapped cats leave in traction  The breath of sick death leaves a chest convexed with no F  Six steps to infected waste container misery  Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity, humid unhuman  Brains that bloom tulips  Caught between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious B-boy   lucid, ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts  Just for my people  Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range  Dose brains close to the range  To rope frames for the celebrity roast  Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat  With the mackerel, actual track catapult  Corpses act animate  Walk around the back yard munching on brain cabinets  Sad but erratic  Irregular predator with bad brain magic  Magic is a Siegfried and Roy with boy special  Batter the tapestry with bruises  Born to leak from alpine box in hot cruiser (straight bruiser)  With chain mail coats and bullet proof chokers  The most you can hope is to only get half choked  That's half a joke  I'm adamant, AWOL to the last atom  Active ax handler, handle hurt merchandise  Flirt, with inert word device devised  Formed pertinent ties  Tied to word commando kids, rise  Show me those New York eyes  Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters  Bite bleak void, small world big noise  Swallowed by void, wallow with toys  Hollow metal slugs penetrated  Just demonstrated  Fuck your fake face I hate it