Now (Hold that)
(And that)
(And that)
(And that)
(And that)
(Gimmie that back)
Now, Now, Now, Now, Now…
I don’t think they ready for a decent metaphor
To desynch metamorphous into a prehistoric beast (Here catch)
With Abelisaurus teeth at least three enormous feet in (Think Fast)
Breach diameter (Recap)
Beast-in
Like a Manticore half man Centaur fish-formed featured (Hold that)
Split horned creature (Throw it back)
Featured in a vintage theater with no screens or (Hold that)
Seats for shows that don’t keep dope acts booked (Let me get that)
Or on tap (Again)
Or on staff (Once more)
Or on deck (Look)

Catalogs scare me as of late
Cause songs should vary
But cats don’t innovate
So rats go in the gate
And smash on your cheese like it’s Tom and Jerry
Pre 1958
Yeah, that’s dope
Yeah, that’s tight
Yeah, that’s fly
Yeah, that’s hyph
Yeah, that’s crunk
Yeah, that’s right

But, can you juggle with no hands?
Can you juggle with no hands?

Let me tell it to you awfully thug
I’ll melt your ego down into a liquid
Then sip it through a coffee mug
Ice cold winter time
Or Eyes Closed
Semi-visored
On my toes
‘Til I’m gold
Like Kimmie Meissner
Your crew’s full of bitches
Like a lesbian hideaway
I’ll disregard your lyrics
Like pedestrian right of way
You fire
I lit it
Sparked it and spit it
Set the roof on fire
To fight fire with it
Show’s over
Blowed’s closed
Or blowed and blown over
It’s dry logic
Wet it
It’s a live socket
Got bitches in nylon teddies
In line and ready
To tie my shoe
When it’s tied already
Blaze’em
Now my name’s on her yacht
Where’s the L.A. Underground
Ew, it’s everywhere
Catch you outside of Pottery Barn
And do you bodily harm
But, can you juggle with no hands?