constantly thinking of a million things at once i could bury billions with the slip of the tongue ive got trillions of those whispers loaded in a vocabular clip, and my mouth is the gun. if thats really what you want then consider it done rabid dog in the manger hear the sickening crunch can you ride the high tide and stick to your guns the struggle and grind is my figure of fun get ready for the hard fall down, yea the bigger they come... so im planning a private trip to the sun i swerve in the alley way yea stig of the dump Proving that the hippies are back and there punks is my publicity stunt see you kick a bum, poke and prod with a stick boy you just the pick of the bunch huh? so lets get busy with a hop, skip and a jump you aint about it? just sit and twiddle your thumbs im not here for long on a limited run trying to bring a positive balance to insufficient funds young king tut a brilliant cut from a royal block lay me in my tomb with a crash bang and thud im down in the dumps with the misery guts swimming down stream in rivers of blood i cant force you and I to fit like a glove standing at the edge then you gave me a shove im not suprised yea i figured as much im quicksand sludge with a grudge and you a stick in the mud you plan to sink and die or to pick yourself up yea life slams hard like a hit by a bus my mind writhes behind a cigarette butt my names on the mirror written in blood hiss a diss and then miss the train to the world of ignorance is bliss causing me to abstain from wanting to kiss and make up i guess a mouthful of pride is better than a kick in the nuts yup so im gonna kick up some dust at dusk and go ahead and nip it in the bud i got it rolled up placing my finishinug touch boy whats your point like fingerless gloves so i tend to make minimum fuss while i silently hate all the things we do for love the rythm of the thump yea finger on the pulse listen up plug in my auxilary verb killin em quick murder in a bit of a blur rage on and off the road yea i flip you the bird got the black pot and kettle give it a stir i stomp while you romp til im kicked to the curb so you havent heard? its time to eat dinner is served devilsh influencer spittin contradiction in terms written inbetween the lines in fine print on a cinerary urn its high time you learn im diminishing returns seen me with my girl, swine and pearls toes that curl so lets give it a whirl til the wind decides to give us a twirl yea you can bet i wouldn't miss it for the world