This is the hue of a mans being , speaking. lunatic lunar tic full moon tick boom werewolf , another body exhumed , unearthed gnawed and chewed . A loose screw for your loose tooth , gotcha youngins seeing fairies in they view, now you gotta move cuz shit starting to move around the room. These dummies eating over tombs. These funny spirits really playing wit you too?
I hope they amused.
Gumbo money sprung from the artery , fumble of the papacy partially , a whole lotta red and not a lotta C tho . Make a deadhead up and read a sea scroll .
all Im seeing we'd smoke. Respect carpentry , burn that Palo Santo I'm a hero. Demon slaying a nightly occasion I'm deniro but I'm not Caucasian. Wipe my feet on this administration.
We all in this , they called, united nations gave word to change the words before they hit the stations. Could it all be this absurd? Fear , lust , this, that and the third. My makers mark is the twinkle of sparkling herb, That twisting spiraling curb that brought man that seminal urge to spread frolic and fucking flourish. In my pen I could write a curse and sin, have em asking how my tracks curved from innocence, we choose to do the devil dirt and win more dirt , the chores never end . Dust in the wind . Bygones fore long Gon turn you the fuck in . A storm come striking in a frenzy , upended every trick and it was plenty . I thank God that we are many , psychosis had me thinking it was just me .

hello , how many cigarillos am I gonna blow, while famine stalked the nation , I needed transmutation self imposed limitation , a time for every purpose under heaven , sent back to sender , watch the frame work no extended perks , fish fry need perch , smashing cults that tell too many fables , bootleg Cain and Abel , my abilities freeze blood rodents that each cheese , you a rat that's a fact I can bag any rat across the map , divinely guided on the path Sumerian laugh ancient artifact. live life like it's your last , divinely guided on the path , bredren I wanna go to heaven , my fault I'm gonna go talk to strangers at 711 . it's 3 am you missing new dimensional beginnings , what's ending is no more defending half sided friendship . attack on the Titanic dont panic , third eye see through your crease and crevasses , on my little gold chain my neck but ain't no chains up on my neck , attempt to called me Toby ill set you on fire Mr Maguire , sir Esquire , go pick up Iizzy cuz the gods ready to get busy, Zionist bleed cyanide perpetuate in my genuine balley leather snake skin school of life, never claimed to have it internally have it all watch the leaves fall, we ball hard, autumn fall!