[Verse 1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom circa tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco ring blower

I'll mirk you black. Get sewn up
My work is black
I got diplomas in the back

That are bursting over the sack that I hold em in
Cause its folder was folding over
I know what they been told ya

But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and bend over
Over and over, with no lube
Get that veteran in embedded in yo stools

Yokels. Locals
Slow cruise to yo demise, know it in the vocals
I got no couth, no lies

I'm dedicated, focused
Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse
Strapped with a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, (*##$

The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with crotch sticks
I'm concerned with moxie. Take your oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the Casebasket epistle

The last greatest apostle, the baddest damie
The combination of gladys knight and pips in one place
And a Robert Blake fan

I'll keep you in a ba!@&(t
While chained to a day bed
With the door blocked with a Maytag

And at 4' oclock I'll let snakes in
And stand in the door sipping a tall boy
Coors light and giggle in your face then

Sociopath, with a golden flask
And I'll fill with it gasoline to throw at yo $$#
And then fill it up back again with some of your pieces

Your liver, your back, your face a bit of your ^&@#$
Double hands with a W
Better do whatever you can to cover you

Jean Lang came to clubber you
Pain
Whatcha gonna do


$#&@ery level 3000, in jeans and a green blouse with a crimson stain from a beat down at a business meeting in a tea lounge
Like "nah? I'm cool. please sit down, proceed" bleeding out

The whole team freaking out, text-ing each other under the table
I'm office space calm, I offer face palms, comma face balm for after on my dot com. I'm basically bat%#@!
You basic !@$( I never pace it, I crave action I transform like I'll save y'all but then I stay Ratchet

I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a burning building, with the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back millions
Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the last second
Beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting

Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel playing, when I'm candle lighting and man handling? I'm saying
I'm classy
Dokken and Sebastian Bach blaring when I'm mass murdering turned to decibels certain to drown the tears, it's nasty

On the Pulaski bridge, trunk full with the shotgun, shotgun
Tongue dripping with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a black dress and blasting Frank Zappa

Consummate top $$#assin
The consulate tracking after
And flipping the birds to diplomats out the whip with an Andy Richter mask on

Cause I passed on getting a sidekick
Cause everybody ain't ready to die for this
I'll drive on a dialysis

I'll drive over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive? I like challenges
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of prozac


And I don't care how you find them fine then


I'll like fine men, smart men, where the $#&@ you find them
No, seriously, where the $#&@ can I find them
I'm into crime and environments that you cry in

I don't imply it, I vividly give you my end
You'll think I'm lying 'til shivering in a lions dens in an abandoned zoo naked covered with flies and strapped to Kobe beef steaks
Ya don't believe me?

For Pete's sake
Man what the $#&@ do I have do to convince you I'm the Freeway villain Kiefer Sutherland I love when people suffering, it feels like I'm on reefer when they're blubbering
I'm serious

I'm FCC's damn problem, and at best Tsidi's man problems, I guess could be the one thing I wanna work on
I'm glad that we're getting this work done
Guess i would have never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting this out could be cool
We should totally do this next week

You're good you!
You look testy