The Cut

Pick a puddle with the and tunnel tumbleweed

I somersault with someones who ain't fucking with that doublespeak

Barely up for single speak, don't run up on some fun police

If something tougher isn't done unplugging all your puppy teeth

I can't explain to y'all how much time I don't have for this

Infinite amounts that ban exactly it, let's pack it in

Or spin some actual axes at each other, happy hunting

The trick is how to trap and stuff what's added up to nothin'

For so long, it's like throwing a book at a ghost

You could damage the book, plus they just poof into smoke

It's like, fumbling your phone to get a photo of a bigfoot

Then failing to convince your friends it isn't just some tribute

With a trickster and gorilla suit, then you're questioning your own account of things

Maybe that close encounter wasn't how it seemed

Find me in the truck, sizing other drifters up

Hi-C in the cup

Yo, I be in the cut

The cut, the cut, the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

The cut, the cut, the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

Trap doors open up and swallow my lame guests

You're welcome to stop in, just watch what you say next

I get em saying less at the station that doesn't take requests

We play from traded cassettes and the straight to VHS

We read off trivial pursuit cards from the goodwill

Porting bagels from long island to a mountain over Who-ville

Then repel into the foothills, waving from the wavy lane

Radio silent, running errands on a '80s shape

Radio flyer pulling prey to the fire

I'm in the area ashy, my name engraved on my lighter

Swap myself into a frame at the neighborhood diner

That's the kinda game we admire

Rooftop of night market eye a mark in a thin crowd

I shimmy down the closest pole, behold the ol' get in get out

Dicey little mutt, winding other littles up

Hide your chicken club

Yo, I be in the cut

The cut, the cut, the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

The cut, the cut, the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

Brick roads come in many colors

There's many different wizards, and vigilante justice

And simple family functions that should come with panic buttons

And learning how to always hunt your supper standing upwind

Jump up, tuck, spin, land on one knee

Fist down, split this town along jump street

'Where you learned that one?', I actually never done that before

I black out, and death becomes you and yours

Woke with blood on my mouth, went to wash up at the Applebees

Cut my hair and disappear into the commonality

Then hear about some massacre on the news at 11

What kinda monster would be moving so reckless

If it's up then I give a fuck who approve of the message

I'm in the mood to mush a lieutenant, come root for the menace

Ooo, hiding in the shrubs, high, or writhing in the mud

Might be in a cult

Yo, I be in the cut

The cut, the cut, the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

Yo, I be in the cut

The cut, the cut, the cut

Yo, I be in the cut