Blow Up

I keep an ax rack stacked in the back of my attic When I'm so mad I'm somatic toe tag some active combatants Come back like Bojack no acting I'm actively like a stallion Balance talent dalliance ambrosia low-jack so valiant In Calvin's bold as Italian like I've been zesty addressing Amalfi shore Napa valley, I'm just kept next to dressings Fed up with Rome when they lettuce and mainly seizure as Caesar Seize your home when you bet us, I loosely leaf through the leisure A salad palace in pallet, callous malice like Nero Stabbing asses and hero's I sit in class as a zero Pirouette to De Niro, dinero eros to arrows Pero my head opened hell, a Delos bellow to fellows In yellow jello who yell over mellow quelling your cobra Cielos, bells and Modelo for velcro cells in Europa I felt a kilt in my belly, a Celtic kick into jetties Filtered kelvins and built me a swilling swelter machete I got so much artillery And I know y'all are feeling me We 'bout to go nuts Hocus pocus 'Til we throw up Or 'til we blow up Matter of fact I'm a pacifist pack a Pax with a catalyst Ravish established practice of hackneyed acting a basilisk Bask in habits of lactic I fatten asses like classics The very berry strawberry and daiquiri making magic Squarely pear shaped in tactic I'm barely tearing the fabric As enigmatic magnetic aesthetic rare and erratic Attracting Gattaca's Abernathy's and Atticus Finch's Enact a switch in condition to fix my id on its hinges Track it back to emphatic I'd wish for plastic convictions To mask the half of me inching towards my happier instincts I'd limply pass on a feeling to sit and laugh at the ceiling No dimples simply indifferent, lacking realness in interest Completely beaten by reason that cheapened drastic concealing To leave me impish impinging and lacking aptitude in kindred Indignant at significant enigmas in society Infringing on sobriety as figments of a higher me I got so much artillery And I know y'all are feeling me We 'bout to go nuts Hocus pocus 'Til we throw up Or 'til we blow up