fresh out the tub like a spoon in a butter churn,
zoom out the way till the rubber burn,
rub an urn or the tub of blubber on my waist

like it's good luck- should just ask what my brother's learned/
...from me, believe it ain't sugary,
hand in my nose trying to pick all the boogers clean,

ever since his dad passed last year
i've been growing out my dreadlocked hair like i'm Booker T/
purps and greens, bad habits worsening,

and i just wanna wipe the slate clean with some turpentine,
i just wanna tell him everything is all right
and make him feel like he's ("Hercules, Hercules,") /

we've gone through a lot of change lately,
and lost familiarity ain't made up with daydreams,
but we sure still try,

caged duck sings cause the birds still fly/
and i still wanna cry when i think about the past months,
so i go into my room and roll a fat blunt,

and try to sneak past his room
so he don't see me inhaling any gaseous fumes/
cause i'm kinda his hero like super,

but he's MY hero cause he's been a real trooper,
...staring in the face of Medusa
and he still doesn't break- hard-shelled like a koopa/

or kappa, like chupacabra could give a crap
about his big bro trying to be a wannabe rapper,
and i don't really blame him,

the same thoughts came through my head when i play him/
on Crash Team Racing, or Donkey Kong Country,
wins every time cause he straight up punks me at something,

always takes me back to the days
when i used to be a junkie for the video games/
...now i walk the line like a tight-rope cable

and i wish that i had a more stable rig,
and i hope he knows i will beat the $#&@ out of
any little (*##$ that likes picking on disabled kids/

and i'm letting him know,
while we're sitting on the couch watching Regular Show,
so like Mordecai- flip a bird, nerds steady getting served,

reason that i do this %#@! is for you, Christopher/