Terrible twos in an almost sunk canoe, Turning blue after they got on their heavy shoes, So they sunk to the bottom of the pollu-ted devotion to news, you get confused, with poison and food, but you consume, ever forward with nothin to do, nothin to lose, cause you got the gene for kinetics unscrewed, so there's nothing to do, but live inside a mind that's too big for the room, I am a fool, for thinking the sick fucking way that I do, forever abused, Insulted by the people who tried to apply the glue, and create a decent reason for the stuff that I do, I'm obscene to think up a better way to untie my shoe, cause it is a shab flu for the sad dude, when the perfect mistake to make is when you question why you're parents had you, cause they had you and they made you, But it's you that's got to get mooo-ving motherfucker stop consuming the rude things that people say, cause they're probably just imagining that they're having a bad day, they don't know why, just seems their brains were made that way, so they go on thinking they've got nothing to say, But weve really all got something special down inside, just waiting for the moment we wake up and recognize, that everything around us is really conceptualized, by the byproduct of a molester between the thighs, a Chester Stan man that were still trying to find, To track down and say that's bad, Stan man youre a bad dad, And now fan man makes dad mad, And Stan's dad sends man fans, Thanks fam, I go Antman, microscopic on the thoughts, tell I realize it's more clever to think not, just give shit to the spit trot, and crisscross your words with a knot knitted to make sure they don't rot, don't fucking bother watching the clock, you're getting older but you're not running out of time cause the clock never stops at the dot, its infinite, like the accapela verse I just spit to deliver it, the message that no one will ever hear less they're different, they shut things off to turn things on, till they can dance the whole damn song, before it's made, how its made, is like get laid Gatorade, god it's great,