[Bird Soup]

Guess who's throat is feelin' villainous
Spittin' blood and sinner shit
For up to twenty minutes
With my sinuses' sick drip
And these sentences is sillyness
Chillin' penicillinist
Dosin' it willy nillyist
Fits and cigarettes
My friends is goin' ghillie esque
And I'm gettin' pissed off a slick twelve pack of Guinesses
Whiskey dickinest
Distillin' sanskrit sans ridiculous;
I'll smack ya brain with some Ayn Rand civil shit
Off the same type rhyme spree
Walking out in the street
Shoutin', "Where's my hype, G?"
Where's the Hodgey?
Where's that Mellow?
Where's those OF Wolf Gang type fellows?
Ah, fuck it pass the bourbon
Swervin' in suburbia, urban, you haven't heard
That Bird Soup's starvin' and I'm ripe to start carvin' 'em
Up like I'm Malcolm and krelboyne smart Kanarban 'em
Callin' role call with a lack of attendance cause
I told you're mom I'd be prompt like a Brokaw sentence
Shit, she rode the Cronkite train
We bonked all night, and Roker forecast rain
Nailed it, like I thought I screwed the pooch
But she's a real nice lady, she even bought me hooch
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Hong Kong Phooey
Like who knew what he liked like Huey Lewis and the noobies
Goofy stupid but bring the wit with tension
Drop a reference like Dresden and you're Vonnegut mentioned
Maybe he do it for the kudos
Or maybe you understand him like you understand Tuco