Epoch
(Oh no my dear, I'm really a very good man, but I'm a very bad wizard I must admit.) [an excerpt from The Wizard of Oz]
7:30 midnight load arms
Spook mask, cones on
Bypass home alarms and car sonars
Fire spit
I sling slack out the stone heart
Hit the boat's ark, sink his head
Put a hole in his dome's heart
Off the grid, mountain man of the Ozarks
I'll bronco buck these straps over your back, you get rolled on
My house an armament, weapons buried around my whole yard
Like I'm the old guard
Two devil horns on my dome sawed
If I'm walking around breathing that's proof enough there's no god
I want to kill you but if your boys are really down I'll shoot each then get your whole roof beated
Turn your whole front line to a World War II beach head
I'm a thief, I boost jeep decks
Fuck a crew street trend
Heat to his shallow pool give him two deep ends
I'm sick, I drop shit, I need to depend
You got kids? I'll kill you in front of each them
I'm hearing shoes creeping, by myself 'cause I refuse treatment
Who needs friends, most work takes no more than two weekends
I kill hope and shoot regret
Beach, dirt, loop, shoe, fleas
Shoes needed
Still Cambodian, Tiger Land, J23 platoon reject
I'm coming down the roof scenes with little blue green men
(Even the fierce beasts stopped short and looked at him in surprise.) [more from The Wizard of Oz]
I'm Elvis, die on the toilet
I spoiled this coke line to boil it
Tin foil hit, oil drip crystal met me the night in the form of glass chards
Engulfed my snake body and coiled it
I gotta piss, shit
Handcuffs on night fans, cognac boxes
Grim, Ben, Veto boxed in
Memoir journal crumb man
Standing around blindfold dumb man
Standing around blindfold dumb man
Fingers on the monkey face dumb man
7:30 midnight load arms
Spook mask, cones on
Bypass home alarms and car sonars
Fire spit
I sling slack out the stone heart
Hit the boat's ark, sink his head
Put a hole in his dome's heart
Off the grid, mountain man of the Ozarks
I'll bronco buck these straps over your back, you get rolled on
My house an armament, weapons buried around my whole yard
Like I'm the old guard
Two devil horns on my dome sawed
If I'm walking around breathing that's proof enough there's no god
I want to kill you but if your boys are really down I'll shoot each then get your whole roof beated
Turn your whole front line to a World War II beach head
I'm a thief, I boost jeep decks
Fuck a crew street trend
Heat to his shallow pool give him two deep ends
I'm sick, I drop shit, I need to depend
You got kids? I'll kill you in front of each them
I'm hearing shoes creeping, by myself 'cause I refuse treatment
Who needs friends, most work takes no more than two weekends
I kill hope and shoot regret
Beach, dirt, loop, shoe, fleas
Shoes needed
Still Cambodian, Tiger Land, J23 platoon reject
I'm coming down the roof scenes with little blue green men
(Even the fierce beasts stopped short and looked at him in surprise.) [more from The Wizard of Oz]
I'm Elvis, die on the toilet
I spoiled this coke line to boil it
Tin foil hit, oil drip crystal met me the night in the form of glass chards
Engulfed my snake body and coiled it
I gotta piss, shit
Handcuffs on night fans, cognac boxes
Grim, Ben, Veto boxed in
Memoir journal crumb man
Standing around blindfold dumb man
Standing around blindfold dumb man
Fingers on the monkey face dumb man