most days promote the close range the city on my back in black with chrome fangs walk through the valley of death with no face hold flames to the laminate cancel in both names hammer of the gods on a hip swung low with a chariot as only as sweet as the gun smoke tugboat lug no weapons stole the front row one more tekken for the cut throat sections after you are finished lighting fires on the periphery you will be told to wiggle your mittens into the pillory and sip that s bittersweet shit that s green eyes burnt by the prettiest eclipse ready on the left for the boom town battery that shower medicine over the municipality of the freaks on the fritz where the scenery depicts more skulls than a mike giant opening at 6 some take bones as a token of the glitch some cope only if they re opening a wrist just when you thought the galaxy out grew them he is back gigantic and panicky with the truant welcome to the terror dome make yourself at hellish home all you need is bread and a zenith to play the zeppelin on skip to the wall all stoney and hit the deck running like a snow cone at coney homie  just when you thought it was safe one escaped then multiplied into five personas with fake names intimidated for most of his life start a world different and spoke as if a mastermind no hopes magic for real rusty built his walls rubix stained glass above he was a voice of onlooker slander contempt malice stone throwing promiscuous abigails in his palace unless this was just family began to be more of an architect actually fantasy phantom to be army of darkness but light of the eat feather he s conjurer metamorphosized vials of velvet weather but like to be cursed but nervous holiday zero arise a verbal discernible text holy committee most to marvel at lunatic more or like tomorrow like it inside the serpent the galaxy out grew him but truancy was his purchase so many angles that dangle to try to catch me in a cage but they caught me in a rage so i m tearing out my page rip skip jump fly run whatever ways so many ins and outs im a rhymer of many talents and trades serving up tantalizing condiments is just a part of my days touching the keys i make believe i m standing on the stage with a light on me put it right on me cuz honestly i m and oddity an anomaly with a god shaped box inside my chest so spy on me by all means get off the grate hand off the state of mind i dwell in this mind i m telling get off my case get off my land get off my mountain top my man adamant conclusion i use my weapons the basics cause confusion avalanches of evolution like ambulances that make execution your presence is not needed here so keep it clear keep your fear behind closed doors with your herpes and your cold sores burpies and your cold wars i m more like a warlock to keep your windows and your doors locked cuz i can fly i am the crow melting ice caps fuck that i am the snow how are you this is how i do clean the population mind with visions from the skew a few things i overheard while talking to myself a few things i overheard while talking to myself how are you this is how i do i clean the population mind with the infamous few1