Letras
Back like it always left
Drawin dead, XL sharpie composite sketch
Lop his head before his sickle chisel monolith
Nibble from columnists, then riddle his audience
Sorry Chuck D, it's intimate fear
He write a rhyme sometimes it won't finish for years
Ascend Escherian stairwells in a liminal sphere
Hallways elongate, hear the pendulum sneer
Leap and the... net appear
Place those bets on the razors edge
Make a daytime nest to surveil the dread,
Fake every step still breakin' eggs
Waits by the ledge stiff craning neck
Won't break a sweat when feigning depth
Takes 5 friends to the aphid nest
Save thy breath for the hayride stench
Been Smalls when evokin a wimpy bambi
Self convince he spits dithyrambique
It's a helping of whim with his pinkies trapeze'd
Rosey he ring around dingy pastiche, milton bradley
Here and now more then and antsy, skimpy antes
Spin then buckle, flimsy gantry
Pinch of libertine with a ditsy ranting
Go 'n get him cancey'd, fam loser brooded
Swoop goofy crews for the moonlit stupors
Drama free, til they ooze his wounds
In a duping for juicy amusement, got him
Buddy comedy starring gloom and delusion
He vroom to the loose end, watch it
Who let the moose in, drop it
Peruse thru usual topics, yea
How the firing lines try 90 degree turns
Fibrin and slime atomize in his creature
Writhing in hiding defining features
Tell him again he can find a treatment
Peak those blinds, red dot to forehead
Shoo those flies, they'll barge the door gap
Spinitch is Sisyphus, slip on the hill and he
Squashed to boulder, watching stalking horses
Wanna drop in portals, or back to normals
Part and parcel with a fascist quota
Flatfoot's Gore-Tex palate orphans
Casanovas gotta a track rec tore up
Keep a needle to the average zorber
See your gonads grabbed in a gauchos bola, now
Applaud a liberal sheep snatchin defeat out the jaws of victory
Affix six dots from a large armchair
Ones toxic air, ones laissez-faire
Ones sovereign heir, ones stop and stare
Ones a prof in tears, ones profiteers
Off in my world, if you'll offer a whirl
There's a cauldron of hurl that I want you to stir
Sprinkle Wonka nerds, a little off key dirge
It's a ceremony... where we going
Don't ask that, take a fork now mash
Hope you braced for the day where the Snorlax snap
See a storm cloud hatch as our foremast crack
Headed for Gehenna past a cold black bath
No cartograms just down the hatch
Lavish collapse with enshrouding bats
And upon arrival, recall why you followed spinitch,
Optimistic, dodges mischief
Politics with a cautious wisdom, altruistic
Well... all depends how you caught your glimpses
3D goggles wit gaudy frills, or honest Spencer
No such thing, y'all remember
Him as that pitcher of piss you can sip with your Alka Seltzer
It calm the temper, yo