Touch down in an abandoned warehouse of broken spirals.
Bring your scientific method. Your ferocious curiosity
that loves to rip the wings off crane flies. Your body count progress.
How's that workin out for you? Well inn't that spe-SHUL?
I run game on simpler tastes. Boxed wine and moonlight;
a choose your poison checklist with an all of the above;
a woman with a big ol’ ass and a pocket knife,
heart packin more bang than your average drumline.
This how I do me even when few and far between.
I been soakin my wake up face
in the electrostatic faucet too many mornings.
Know all about how it gets your eyes to dagger
like that with ain't fair.
Huffin indifferent with a nitrous oxide eyeroll.
Life on blast, the wrong way to blow up.
I ain't trying to be heat lightning in a kaleidoscope.
Don't need to walk the brink of supernova all day, all night.
There's times when the grass I carry home in my socks
is worth more than the miles I brought it there and that's gravy.
When the hangover stows away in my first drink,
fluorescents lazering my eyelids and the party's just starting.
When i gotta say fuck too numb to cum
and rub an orgasm out an anti-climax.
That's why i invited you here.
To make crayons from candlewax
and find a hot spring in your cup of tea.
Eat white bread, plain vanilla ice cream, sex missionary all night.
Write cosmo and tell all those bitches how hot it was.
That's what's up.
They tried to birth me sterile but this grimy got in early and I LIKE it.
I got way too much love for your Christian sidehug
and almost every dish in my cupboard's chipped.
Who goan test?
I used to watch the 24 hr
world is going to hell cycle too,
but my tv married a hatchet
and the honeymoon ain't over.
No sweat. Now I keep dance steps
to Buddy Wakefield's Gentlemen Practice
on my mental teleprompter.
Yes, I name drop lightbeams.
Reminds me I got something to lean on
with all this war everywhere.
My bookshelf and speakerbox are the sleeper cell
that made me who i am today and that's word.
My word is DNA bond, they have only held the cup while i poured.
If they really thirsty tell em to meet me with a shaman's headpiece,
a dmt blastoff and the knowledge that above all else,
shit is about to get real.
I can show you the big bang in hypercolor any time
and i ain't even got health insurance.
The way you free base coffee and fingerfuck your ipad
is all caps NOT MY STYLE.
My best friend Knowhere said we're way too cool for the story to end here
and I'ma take that one all the way to the food bank.
My beat collection only gets filthier with age,
and my breath control is tight.
Peep my exhale.
Word is bond.