(Intro)
Yeahhhhh, rap music.
I'll try to show you some of that..
..in my own little way..hm..

(Verse 1)
Mm, the lethargy had crept in through the woodwork again, uhm.
I guess I'll bookmark the next addendum.
This pedigree of wet cement laments my flesh and then some.
If I bred a son of good sport, he'd trek the breadcrumbs.
I don't know, I'd like to say my head has fled to Bedlam,
But when all is said and rested, my intent's collet the emblems.
Ever since Americana lost it's sense of venom,
I've been rocking plenty denim.
Just shopping for plenty denim,
But cognitive to gobbling of pacs off pellet pension.
It's a ghost town. Holograms of Makaveli showdown.
Low brow scouring, the howler wears no crown.
Just roams with his nose bound; foul order, no sound.
See, I'm the sort of chump who know's how much he's fucked over,
But still slumps with shrugged shoulder If it doesn't cut closer.
Funny, huh?
The only metric prone to sentence omni-lash
Was cloaked in every poem. Now, I peddle cigs for bottle caps.

(Chorus)
Sometimes, I'd like to rally up the world
And show them where the sidewalks ends.
Yeah yeah, but nah. That's only sometimes.
I mostly just skulk behind
The fault lines of mice wrought men.
Yeah yeah, but nah.
Sometimes, I saw the sidewalk fault lines
Crossed with all cross-eyed men.
You could call it water through the salt mines,
I call it all lost time.
Time I used to call my friend.

(Verse 2)
What if the flesh was pale man?Solely known to local brick and mortars.
Grocers tipped in quarters. Skittish hoarder, emptied shelved cans.
Gross of fish in water, veggies, jelly, ham. Brands of any sale span.
Frail hands which gripped the holstered hip revolvers.
Prone to hit the corners over Cronus pecking orders.
Pledged, "Derail Sam. Let's blitz the porkers!
Dethrone us kin, inflict disorder!"
Damn, the sort of oracle to train his hound to fetch mail.
Must report the aura glow. "Stay down for chemtrails."
Tin foil, wrap it twice, wire frame, satellites.
Vamp life, the inner circle's ripe with fanged acolytes
Whose appetite is chewing holes through Zionistic infrastructure.
Nice try, they're soaking tie dye in his militia bunker.
Tiny violins to bigger brother;
Right, the lizard men..
Don't these tropes mean both means find little end?
From codeine intravenous, sweep to blind side aggression.
We won't reach a zeitgeist by either side of the spectrum.

(Bridge)
I'll show you where the sidewalk ends.
But don't give into cross eyed men.
I'll try to show you where the sidewalk ends.
But try to not give into cross eyed men.
Yeah yeah, well
Time is all I'm calling my friend, though.
'Cause time is how we're stalling our end, oh.

(Verse 3)
I've got eyeballs cocked in every drywall foxhole.
Wow, that's a sly glory. Now, back to my story.
Nine jaws propped with light pause [paws], all god flow.
Got tales [tails]? Nah, my heads' some hydra on a lost sail [sale].
Biters' romp in chomped nails, filing a bitter end.
Piling the clippings, I advise you split the dividends.
Quit stifling an enterprise. If It isn't penny wise...
Wait, is it... It? Wait, Wait a minute.. ate the spinach.
Figures.. How ya' figure 'ate' [8]?
The spin[+]aches dinner plates.
"Ice pop [eyes pop]? Why not?"
No dessert 'till baby's finished.
Go berserk and 8666 it, dipshit. [Dipshit]
"...Wait, what the fuck is this shit?"
I am Alucard mirrored, all flipped and non reflective.
Bat lash averages split the omnipresence.
Like one hand's holding the awestruck reception,
While the other hand's folding what constructs you mention.