Verse:

onstant, locksmith, hot spit, hospice,
Ad hoc split,
Red eye missed, wet spore mist,
Construct cyst, black power iron fist,
Extramarital tryst, consist, wartime conscript,
Table of contents, accomplished, acknowledged to find solace,
Patronizing intelligence imparted in college,
Memory kept clean and polished,
Whisky comma Scottish, admonished,
Broken promise, I wonder what you call this,
Black paint, black face, melting pot or sauna,
Every saint is jane fonda,
Color your cake with fondant,
Power my computer with hamsters and my smart car with Blancas,
Arm my armada looking for a country to conquer,
Mongrol to a fear monger,
Brick oven to a bronx bomber,
Create starch for cash to launder,
Chipped tooth to a school of piranhas,
I’d bother, to say I’m a firestarter,
I’d be the offspring of Carrie if Shaft was the father,
If I hadn’t given up on math I’d try harder,
Zinc build up internal organic armor,
Poke out my chest, to see how much respect, I can garner,

Post cynical, developmental hyphen liminal,
Dead Seminole, isotope Sentinel,
Perennial syllable criminal, pitiful,
Abstract blurring cataract visual,
Black mold swimming pool,
Sophomoric wise fool killing cool golden rule,
Stick and move, run and gun,
Aim and shoot,
Son Suns with bic lighters and steel wool,
The body is weak but the mind is bullet proof,
Fist to palm, Centaur,
Fist to hoof,
Administer the minister’s truth,
Ad populum, bar none, get some,
Fit one, slick tongue,
Boy scout knots the niggers are well hung,
Stop short of crazy and crossed the line at dumb,

Sacrifice for a hobby, I can’t be king with one broken walkie,
I’m talking to walls and mixing meds to daughtry,
Season 5 was a waste of time and the top 4 lost me,
So I spent my summers making sculptures out of Pocky,
There’s nothing like fresh umbrian clay, after a hard day,
I know a girl who could turn a cucumber into a pickle in more than one way,
So it is safe to say that I never let her near my salads,
Instead of writing ballads I took up the secret art of kissing asphalt in honor of madness,
And all of its offsprings,
We couldn’t tackle the squeaking box spring,
Without walking heel toe,
Head first into a fresh easel of scorned evil and filling deepthroats,
Trying to make that frog croak,
Or half way,
Excuse the refuse of obtuse slang,
I guess what I’m trying to say,
Is why should I go hard if a chub is enough,
Go ghost spit that chili pepper to bubble your guts,
Trade that fig for a mint leaf and I’ll pummel that rug,
Moist choice with the index, always aim for the G it’s a reflex,
Retest, Twinn Zeus is a beast yes