Talked big but sandbagging now you might get downdragged
Loud bags, proud dad sending packs off
Crackpowder on the scales in the house, don’t rip the tags off
Not tipping in my favour then the racks off
Tell you it’s all gravy then switch, smash you with a broken Tyski
Have waxed birds in bikinis waxing up a Turkish Lamborghini
Whacked off for those words, should have kept it betweeny
Best current, said it on my chest to stir it
But you could clearly observe it
Went from working with flea bitten curs
On third world curbs to curbing enthusiasms
Shy and nerdy but wanted to firm it
So I went further, on my third burner
This week, high turnover my earnings
Hiking like early Crowley, Turner
Timmy how I’ve wishes coming back to me
Tackle on me get red from a referee
Unmanned goal during my free
Luck on my side it’s finally my season
The loch is solid from ice
I can cross over to the other side
Turn around and wave
Kiss Chapel Perilous goodbye, glad I came
But gladder I left, stick my bat-span gladius
Into his bladder during a spat
Stood pat he didn’t stand down even after a battering
Spat on him left bloodspattered
Combat fatigues every shade of green
Gawain’s Christmas misdeeds, Lud’s church pattern
Got the deeds, cowards feel palms not trees
General Patton so all be standing if you please
Hearing pleas then snapping back
Doing another key to drag myself back from the aether
I’m the only man in a sixteen seater
Not one of them looks unlike Athena
You’re dreaming, wishing for new front teeth
Listening to Seether whilst pulling a greener
I’m laughing all the way back from the cleaners
Snap back, snapping like the turtles of unmapped tracts
So whacked I’m outta whack.
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