Flash that buttery gold   Jittery zeitgeist wither by the watering hole   What a patrol   What are we to heart huckabee art fuckery suddenly?    Not enough young in his lung for the waterwings?   Colorfully vulgar poacher outta mulch like    “I’m ‘a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt”. Fine.   Sign of the time we elapse   When a primate climb up a spine and attach   Eye for an eye by the bog life swamps and vines   They get a rise out of frogs and flies   So when a dog fight’s hogtied prize sorta costs a life    The mouths water on a fork and knife   and the allure isn’t right   It’s gore on a war-torn beach   Where the cash cow’s actually beef   Blood turns wine when it leak for police like   That’s not a riot it’s a feast, let’s eat      And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast   And I will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane to the sky like “None shall pass”      If you never had a day a snow cone couldn’t fix   You wouldn’t relate to the rogue vocoder blitz   How he spoke thru a no-doz motor on the fritz   Cuz he wouldn’t play roll over fetch like a bitch   And express no regrets   Though he isn’t worth a homeowner’s piss   To the jokers who pose by the glitz. Fine.    Sign of the swine in the swarm   When a king is a whore who comply and conform   Miles outside of the eye of the storm   With a siphon to lure out a prize and award   While avoiding the vile and bazaar that is violence and war    True blue triumph is more   Like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold   Let it break the walls of Jericho.   Ready? Go.    Sat where the old cardboard city folk swap tales with heads like every other penny throw      And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast   And I will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane to the sky like “None shall pass”      Ok woke to a grocery list   It goes like this: duty and death   Anyone object come stand in the way   You could be my little snake river canyon today   And I ran with a chain of command   And a jet pack strap where the back-stab lands if it can. Fine.   Sign of the vibe in the crowd   When I cut a belly open to find what climbs out   What a bit of gusto he muster up, to make a   Dark horse rush like enough’s enough   It musta struck a nerve so they huff and puff   ‘til all the king’s men fluster and clusterfuck   And it’s a beautiful thing   To my people who keep an impressive wingspan    Wven when the cubicle shrinks   You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed   NY chew thru the machine      And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast   And I will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane to the sky like “None shall pass”