Tech support, feral army In a cave on a failed bed of terra-forming Four corners of paranormal Get shorn for a thermos and pair of thermals In a warehouse air where his dairy curdles St. Vincent de Paul trying to square the circle Circle the source of his power Foresight born at the corner of Howard on sale Cherry-pick blew[?] in the pale It's a blue nose chewin' his tail Losing his coat Schmoozing a high in the headrush Hack up bile over H1N1 and then some One eye on the bread crumbs Other eye on the drencrom Other other eye on the income Good knife in a grin Shoot dice with the lice and the ring worms Peg leg, smells like Medellin wake in the night Make a pipe outta anything Take five take a dive in the cellophane Turn five into five six seven eight Back out black out Some weren't fancy Shake in the back seat of Aesop's camry Dude, seat full of chips and sandwich meat From the crypt in the end If ya give an address and a rib or a piss Don't question the mystery fish Just picture shrimp on a pillow of grits Close your eyes, lick your lips I'm at the cafe ordering a cup of fresh Sarah gave me two, I gave one to Rex He said, "Fools ain't shit plus f..ck the pigs They could never understand what Sumner is"
(word up word up word up) I'm off the grid I'm through the gate I fly these kites into the fray (word up word up word up) I'm out the box I'm through the mud I fly these kites into the cut
NorCal fried bacteria No I.D. survive the vivarium Try soft feel sourdough and heroin Eat with the chimera fly with the seraphim-ight Hold court with the cats and dogs Who hold cools like an orb in a dragon's claw And terry cloth robes outside detox surly Curse of the beat cop doctor a slurpee And not no Xerxes fear no moon man Stay true like a wolf wearing wolf pants Ooh, never could avoid himself For long enough to contain or employ his help And now we look both ways at the asteroid belt Buzzed, gross unholy unloved Still hear an ex in his head yelling, "Kiss the ring!" From a fortune of fisher king And from assistant care blisters in his hair New day new diary of disrepair Soups on two tongue crucifix to bear No shoes no shirt no fiscal year I said "Hello" to Marshall every morn for six He yelled at me every time, "That's amore, bitch!" Only took one tooth to crack the bug juice to chug Turn the bum to a Sun Tzu, bug Outside home is an open swim Occultism in the throes of corrosive wind A cold meal with the ghost of friends A whole host of meds A deal on a Tone Loc cassette I stepped over a body in the door I pretend he asleep but it's probably more, God damn! Profound apathy, heart with a crack I'm ships in the night I'm darts in a map Word up