(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