haven't tossed to you guys in a bit
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I don’t like putting lyrics flat
on the palm of my hand

What if my fingers weren’t taken away
clip five tongues from their knuckles
so unfair to leave a man, writing from reflex
unpolished, for shame moo, moo moo
But Bobbing is the way I do this
nut to nut
wet rubber on your souls so cross river
run bells in white water
hop touch’em river rocks.
Smash skills of verbishocide
smooth like a powder
lets be pharmaceutical
cake it on the land o lakes towalk dry and keep ya Velcro kicks clean
don’t I want footsteps on white linoleum ?
no just, posh like cats posh where you lay your roads
and you’ll drag a bound language, past your shoulder
a brick through the wilderness

from breathe to spit
cough to huck and suck in the lip, catch your breath
catch it run-
hot punning away
catch it run-
dropping day glow glyghs from the anus but
leaving a message for the people to decipher
to call you fagot by the book
a populace kicks ribs in on discussion
“smart asses get stomped, fagot
so learn me another one.”