The Yes and the Y'all

Jiggy-jabberjaw vitamin idol and primal rages

When bible page verse tidal waves has begun (Water one)

I wrote the book that shook America to splinters

In a winter wasteland

Icicle-bound barren township

Call barren moon childs and proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig

Delinquent sinkin like a paper tugboat

Well beneath your holiday

Beached on a red tide infested shore corroding eastern seaboard beauty

I'm a jigsaw slab, but all the pig saw was dirt bag

It's like a bleeding comet bombing on your sequels

To the riverside park tunnel people claim last lifeform standing

Carbon based pardons ain't enough

My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus

We urchins merkin on daily

I catapult brain opera past basic

Tear my own face off in the finale, stick around it's ill

Diabolic Prodigal Son spill grimmace

If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops

Which explains missing the premise

Bliss mimic, baptise, chastise, laugh die

Kiss the finish, piss the villagers the fuck off

Pete Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes

Aes Rock might've smoked one too many dimes in his time

Now where you gonna be when the sun falls, brother

Probably gathering your sheep with all these other mothafuckers

Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner

Smackin the third clear out the park

Going gone (To infinity and beyond!)

I rocked for a flock of Chewbacca look-alikes in magic makers

Hermit crabs and New York city sewer aligators

Keep your homily dream out your homily

I deal with tangible goods

And avoid manufacturing food for landfills

I've seen friends bow to needles

I've seen needles bow to records

I've seen boughs break

I've seen God bow and make the clouds shake

I've seen the proud break

I've seen alot for a blind soldier

Who tattooed the city scape up skin to blend in

Rats travel by night invite the waterbugs

I'm here to pull the three-prong

When it's prime directive wormhole of self-sacrifice

Had a hatchet slice for camps

For that God-awful Frankenstein

Starving your style to someday be a story in my Life's hard, life's easy

Life's everyting in between

Life's Peachy like James and the Giant

And I keep spittin as long as these kittens buy it

And I keep casting my line as long as these officials bite it

And I like it (Don't try it like that)

"Yes the bough is low

That's the way it goes though....

Maybe I should just give up or stop trying

But life is so uncertain, so short

I've got to keep on searching

And wherever it takes me, I've got to go"

Ban away temper tantrum, decrept anthem

Set a low go, I arrived late

I'm here to scrape a car clean to the funk machine

Imposes on the underling amalgam cluster and identifies the mother

(You got heart)

I hate to tell you but it skips more than it palpitates

Like these here drunken little archers missed one of they calculate

The falcon hates the mockingbird

The farmer hates the drought

I hate em all, I kick the bottom brick out shouting "Yes y'all"

And blow the village out perspective (Aesop!)

Do you take this makeshift-Candy Land-cold classic-bastard style

To be your lawfully wedded head trip

Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm

Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice, sleet, snow? (Hell no!)

I'm balanced, personified phantom to the bone

Walkin like a Jabberwocky

Scalpin a pair of one-way tickets to shadowboxing

Christmas with a shallow stocking

Like this (I'm just trying to milk the mileage)

You drop science like Don Herbert with liquor in him

Soundin off like senior citizens sitting at bingo parlor bickering

Yeah it's kinda funny, isn't it

How I can build while you just sit there and bitch about your syllabus

Dwarfed by the lights, bewildered by the fanbase

Bound by an idea, skeptical of the handshakes

Skeptical of the handshakes [repeat to fade]