It’s a grind, grind. A Slaughterhouse Five, an Upton Sinclair; It’s a jungle out there,
And you don’t wanna know how the sausage prepare….

1st Verse

It’s a wild wild world that we living in, swimming in a simulacrum soup,
Got a hoopty with the fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview, now can I just fit inside this cubicle I’ve sacrificed so many of my nights for, I promise I’ll be nice more once I get inside warm centers
It’s cold where I’ve been, Splinters from the accident when I was an ignorant soft skinned adolescent, but now I’m forming callouses
Malice is the only key to these broken palaces, I tried to solve them like a diplomat, but now I’m taking them to task, and damn it feel good! I know what Robin Hood musta felt like when hustling his turnpike,
Vigilantly justice I know that it ain’t right, taking tolls out your fat rolls and fade into the night….out of sight with your gluttony, prince Humperdinck is hunting me for what he think is his own property.

Living life like Monopoly’s the folly of most,
Meditation on the mullah means you’re already ghosts (1:03)
Sycophantic to the antics of an asshole’s toast----
That shit’s gross
Putting maggots’ in your magpies, label me-the-bad guy
I am just a gadfly
Pestering a passer-by
*Buzzzz*---But he don’t pay no mind
He can’t see eye-to-eye cuz he’s eye fuckin’ the finish line—
Can’t stop….grind, grind.

And right about now it’s about that time
Where all the little kids say….

2nd verse

We only like choruses,
Why would you make more of this?
This is not catchy
We about to go apache on your ass
Whoa!!! was that a racial undertone?
Should I apologize for the way that it gets overblown?
Blame it on testosterone,
Fuck it trump’s president
So that set the precedence
To be a damn asshole,
And what else? I dunno?
Lie about your cash flow
Grab em by the pussy
Talk about your daughter’s tushy
Wanna flip it like a tassel
Par for the course for the POTUS that distorts what’s reality,
Alternative facts is where we’re at: Duality that’s jacked and
Dethatched, unabashed with a bassaqwords type scourge on the land
It’s deafening, man, that’s why I gotta belt this as loud as a can.
This civil disobedience is my new jam! Dam.

3rd verse

I’ll be a martyr for my music
Menace to Ms. Grundy
Pellegrino out of Dixie cups,
Defiant with the flimsy stuff
I am my own master vision vaster than my reach
And that exceed my grasp,
I can Super Syian on a whim
Just ask
Totem pole teeter tottering
Reflecting hot cold type thermometering
It’s a weird science
Where thinking independently is a form of noncompliance
Form alliances to side with bigger cannons
Sweeter tannins in the wine
When in Rome act a clone, head down,
And You’ll do fine….
Money line on the pillagers
Slash burn, eat the worm,
Death dance of the villagers,

Gee wilikers, I’m getting’ all excited like a nerd love integers
Keep your girl from hearing this or panties I am into hers
If I’m really wantin’ that,
But I don’t rap bad just so I could tap that
Nor do I whore myself like these Nasdaq wack ass rappers
Sucking Mainstream’s dad’s….…. NO.

Everybody wanna know where I get my flow from
Saying after My raps other cats humdrum
Style so salty, yall suckers - dum dums