haje ma, ima raw, fleshy pine needle, socks are damper than yo mothers mini seat cushions, saltying they heads, flower beds, cheeky geek squadron, gimme lead, lemme choke life, from these teen tendons, clementine speaks, when shes weak, but i never wanna keep, just know thats where i sleep, please keep out the fuckin deep, got that new shit you so neat, gonna play it till ya beat, got far too much to reap, no one can even steep

pray
give
ppl
feet

nannies on my main flag, pannies china bread, silky fine, underline, second one whose dead, out of twine, maker mine, on that grind, on that slime, out of time, never blind, creepin till im back to the car i forgot my sword never knew my feet were sore, im wearing heelys to the grocery store, mop that floor im so organic, and poor.

every week
lookin bleak
ppl speak
ima freak

wanna swim in that shallow
ima going on that auto autopilot
bread crumbs you follow, and eat till ya hollow
on halloween im callow, as mothafuckas swallow,
one empty handed smile, will reek upon yo pile,

misunderstand my minion, he is not an opinion,
that truth is what im fiction, your front is fuckin fleetin,
so slap yoself and wallow, at least a fuckin while,
until it make you hollow, you then will only follow,
yourself in to mallow

marsh
fur
lace
yo
taste
is
mace
dont
waste
its
haste
shit
wait