Sick

Hey there Dewey fuckin' Decimal Pick up your pencil Or any utensil And go down the rabbit hole Just let go of your pseudo-soul Take your mind off your worries Racin clocks, but no hurry I'll need to bury All the skeletons in my closet Bank deposit To pay for all the odd shit I bought at Bogo On sale in SoHo Trackin' the hunt solo Han like he YOLO Smoke another bowl oh Got a bolo tie for the bong Takin a drag with Chong Smokin dubies so long Rockin' with Cheech in the low-rider Preachin to the choir A bleached bleak take on the tale Go strider Wakin' the whale Politer Than the bitch on the turnpike Bitchin' BYE BYE BYE Tall tales of the night life Fall short of the midwife Hut hut hike the baby out the womb Into the tomb of the bright room The boom of the mic dude The loom of the fruited Plains Shoot, executive Big shots in their suited Up, feathers and tar Would suit them well Straight to help All the innocent folks Lackin' wealth But they never fuckin lackin' in hope Smack as in dope Ruin becomes the new trope Of dark fantasy books With realistic hooks Like a fisherman's brook An efficient outlook To disintegrate the foundation shook By that babbling brook Shoulda offed her Left her sleepin with the snook Sheepin' with the wolf C-c-creepin' with the creepers Heapin the mound the the heapers Reapin' medicine of the healers Antenna for my feelers I'm a bug when I pester Internal wounds left to fester Infernal grooms and their best sirs Salute and jibber jab, yes sir I'm blessed sir Skid the tires for skrt skrt Spit the fire like an oven Gonna bake you all some muffins Gorilla glue in batter Northern lights in turkey stuffin' Family devoured it all in a half-hour Reduced nothin' Feelin' tough and So tender Pop the tuna in the blender With the peanut butter Mikey Scott nightmare sandwich This shit's bland bitch Why don't cha go back to the kitch And slap spicy mustard on that bread Nevermind I'll do it You know, trying to be Progressive PC in a sea offensive feces Believe me when I say what I mean Cause I'm a Meany Don't forget the Skyler Memorize the meaning Only sorta rhyme is tiler Nah, nah, ma I don't wanna be a tiler Layin' tiles ain't my scene But good for them Makin bucks Too bad I don't give two fucks Nevermind one Ringpops they suck For fun in the sun These deals are too hot to touch Used cars out the ass Say mush Get out your wallet sled dog How much Make 'em blush With the French blue to rush Like the veins with the blood B-b-blood will gush like Starburst and gushers Taste the flavor Skittle my fiddle While the rainbow lingers On the tips of my fingers Oh shit, was this murder All these bags looked like candy Now they look like the handy Work of Dexter Community served In the heart of the burb Gotta blog it blurb Gotta log in AOL Dial up signal sent to hell Bouncin' off a satellite in the ass of Fred Phelps He should kneel if it helps Boost my MBPS Give me GBPS Start a sitcom on TBS Must confess Leopard print is your look These new N-95 masks are off the hook Ripped a book Onto my device To read in the nook All blind, three mice Learn to cook Ratatouille's the rook Restaurant get booked Feel the taunt Captain hook Peter Pan planned to scam that damn Nasty bastard of a man Avatar of Ayn Rand Toss that pseudo-philosophy into the fire, man Firemen rush to fuckin douse the flames Zoos to tame All the people they claim Only feeling's shame When they shift the blame To the same old same Old story of fame And how it corrupted them None of it was their fault I look in the mirror to see the result Of thirty fuckin years of life at a halt Only the spring's been condensing all this time Ready to burst and launch me to the skies Into space with such haste I forgot to get dressed Oh well, I'll just wear tin foil like I'm obsessed In a cult so impressed By uniting the depressed A sanctuary to destress Meet my wife, she's the empress Of an empire at war A Jedi with new morals Slicin' up competition Reminds me of my mission And all the stuff that really matters All the family, friends and laughter Materialized in phatter Beats. Bye