The higher power, fire flower discontinued serial killer,
Screwdrive, venereal thriller,
The space brain coconut, blaze mained lion,

With the quaint played defiance of Shady playing a choir and,
Eight strayed liars tied to conveyor belts,
Strapped on a waist of time, straight into a major fire,

Watch their eyes dip from faith, to mistakes made and
Expire in blaze of retired glory they acquired on the wire and,
Respire ghosts to rig the castle, rig the throne,

Rig the phone, three 9s straight to dial tone,
Persecute the fingerprinter or the guilty gigglers,
Or the milking sisters with the tell-all checkbooks,

Muddy with the fairies and junkie acupuncture,
Orderlys form an orderly queue and grab a number,
Blubber on the retired bank robber reunion,

Back for the encore, rusty getaway whip and new security schooling,
Tripping siren summoners, boxing out the cave,
Plotting foggy evidence, I guess Occam forgot to shave,

Zeus persuits, barbers nightmare heeding even odds,
Leave em bleeding like Sweeney Todd with hedge clippers - see,
I wanna foreign body in my pond soup, silver spoon fed,

My werewolf friends mad jelly of my two heads,
I'm useless --
Unless less uses less uses, lest I'm using again,

Sharp suprise like machette confetti,
But let me keep it blunt, I'm always keeping blunts,
Try to keep an even front but frequent easing up,

So I just please my nuts, sleeping in and never getting ready
It's the ever never energetic, bottom of the credits,
Collected with a head of cess and selective medicine,

Settler of the settlement, secular intelligence,
Self collected, sentenced to a selfish set of precedents,
Hi, my name is Moose, I'm a prick,

Kick my mum in the tits when she don't buy a twix,
And I'm munchless, $#&@ it, back to my dungeon,
Laxing on cushions whilst blasting my pumpkin,

Imitate infinite ways like stricken figure eights,
Reassign your given name 'til ill and shamed, it's quaint,
I play a cyborg from the future with tangled wiring,

And a lagging google maps so I guess I'm seeing who's hiring,
Reprogrammed vigilante with a triple personality complex
Still coming to grips with vanity concepts,

Who am I?
HK Moose, Rocket Land ambassador,
Buckle ya $#&@ing seatbelts, this rides about to get faster,