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The Palmer Squares

"Make Silk Purse Out of Sow’s Ear"

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]
Birds got me hocking game, I'm awful with the falconry
Find myself coughing in a fog of shame and apathy
Calculating grams, my heart palpitating rapidly
Step outside and spit my stomach acid off the balcony
Climb a spiral staircase to pour a glass of agua
An ordinary dog, flea-ridden, scratching hot spots
Heat spit, like swallowed bottles of hot sauce
Leave kids with each limb hobbled and chopped off
Get raped and pillaged while you babysit the neighbors' children
I let 'em watch to see the awful things that's waitin' for 'em
Ungh, meth brain and a sharp wit
Ungh, chest pains and a heart skip
The aim of a marksman, laze out my target
Nothin' left but a red stain on the carpet
Moon turned the tide into miles of carnage
Smile regardless, cause like Sendai, I'm just a pile of garbage
Wild, heartless, vile and tarnished
Eyes wide, finna bear witness to the silent harvest
I try my hardest not to masturbate to passion plays
Remain a castaway and find a vein to lacerate
Term's a scatterbrain like assassinated presidents
You faggots need expanded frames of reference, it's evident
Blaze up a stogey, straight to my dome piece
The replacement for Kobe and H to the O-V
Most valuable, plays for the home team
Put your words in my mouth and it tastes like bologna
The fake hype is phony
I cause y'all wigs to flip
Raw dogs in to walk the goldarn distances
It's the rookies with the veteran status
Entering homes just to look inside the medicine cabinets
A couple goofy bast*rds, pedaling backwards
Lookin' for a b*tch to gag on cheddar and bratwurst
Body paint a bullseye as my lady ate her laxatives
A sadomasochist, I play the tramp, straight up Chaplin sh*t
Baby face came to drain the milk from the titty
To give me anything's like putting silk on a piggy
They gone and crossed worthless junkie with circus monkey
Sparkin' up an owl on the prowl for the perfect skully
Let the urine curdle in my squirmish tummy
Watchin' Eddie Murphy in my PJs, shirt, and undies
You ain't gon' get no light without the window pane
Prolly good advice if you got sh*t for brains
Most my exes gave the best to they medicinal scripts
Or wound up in the bathtub, slits in they wrists
On some ignorant sh*t, never zippin' his lips
If the whiskey di*k limp I'll put my fist in a b*tch
I'm Pooh Bear, you the honey pot
I go all in, snowballin'
Let me c*m swap the money shot
Ac shout, "Hurry up and pop with your bomboclat"
So I bust and pull my bloody c*ck out this youngin's twat
Thought it was something good but it's snot
Prayers under rocks, P Squares run the block

[Verse 2: Ac*mental]
These phony rappers need to wait a minute
Or eat an apple with a razor in it
Cause I ain't gon' stand for no more plagiarism
We're old school, watching Happy Days on Betavision
Blasted from the vapors and relaxin' with a case of Guinness
I like to puff the magic dragon 'til my brain is lifted
Galaxies away from all reality and famed afflictions
So naturally I made a living actively creating rhythm
Can't you see how rapidly I raise the limit?
To save the children you don't need to practice pediatrics
Just string your rackets up and swing 'em at the weaker rappers
Rub a genie lamp and ask for cheaper taxes
While I take a trip to Wonderland and sleep with Alice on a Sealy mattress
Illegal habits send my mind to another place
I'm high on a couple things and I ain't never gonna change
Every day straight madness no joy
All work and no play makes Ac a dope boy
But, I'm the devil and I'm here to do the devil's work
A disheveled j*rk but still a Maverick like the jet and Dirk
Never shirk a chance to fire up the purple grass
Ac will burn your ass like he spiked the punch with Turbo Lax
I drop it like it's hotter than wasabi in a toaster oven
Out of sight marauder getting naughty with the post production
Goin' nuts I roll the dutch around a Mary Jane
Purple berry strain in my lungs so now I'm, cool
The rap catapult, cats get smacked in the mandible
Leave 'em with a fractured clavicle
Damaged collateral
Travel the planets so fast make Santa go, "Damn, that's incredible"
Palmer Squares, two hippies in a trolley car
Wishin' they could cop a golden ticket out the Wonka bar
How bazaar
Better listen or you'll find a death threat at your door
Like Whitney in The Bodyguard
Who gon' play the Costner part
Need to hold a casting call
Dismantle all so-called "talent" with the raptor claw
I'm dog sh*t personified, nasty as hell
Better pass me the L or you can all get lobotomized
Defined as erratic, unlawful, and manic
I've been caught on acid loppin' heads off with a hatchet
Straight from the source, ain't no regulations enforced
So I can't stay on my course, translate it I'm lost
I reminisce over things that never happened
Wait, wait, let me take that statement and retract it
Don't wanna sound insane like I'm crazier than bat sh*t
But it's true, when I see a vertebrae I gotta snap it
We fit the cold lampin' Caucasian demographic
That'll cater to the masses 'til they're layin' in a casket
A paper thin attraction to my old life
Hate to stay attached to it, cause now my only passion is to hold mics
Your man's got them flows that the fans wanna quote
Term and Ac grandiose kickin' jams for the folks
Cause I propose your invalid approach
Is a sham or a hoax or a practical joke
You can tally the votes, Ac*mental by a land slide
Got the whole world askin' when I'm gonna pass by
But you can't hide from TK and Ac
So just keep them hands high until we fade to black
Keep 'em up (Motherf*cker) Yup

It's like a hundred and four bars
From these future stars called The Palmer Squares
Ungh, suck a di*k (That too)
Suck a di*k and stuff, what?
It's like uhh (We gotta run, f*ck 'em)

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