pinochia closer

if i said my nose was gunna grow I would be a shrunken dink puppet strings poking holes through your stumpy wings open close lock it down now your stuck with me im a real boy scarecrow bustin nuts thats full of pumpkin seeds I won't stop till sumthin bleeds kill a cop and climb into a tree every morning theres a halo hanging from the corner of my fuckin knee pickin splinters out my dick and then Im pumpin skeet you hippies wanted somethin free the change stings my face like cold wind that blows in the ghetto the same clean visual I get when im suckin my Legos days break got sumthin to say ho? keep your legs closed and leggo my ego those are my waffles I kick dogs then I feel awful but just put it off until theres no more jobs in the hospitals stocked up on otter pops cold socks and hot whistles just toss it in the middle