Attaboy

Hi everybody, hope you're doing well
Today I want to talk to you about
The different levels of the spirit world

I been floating down the River Styx
Skipper cap, sipping on what's missing
From your mini-fridge
Insulated slicker dripping, winter
Like, "It's Britney, bitch" crops wither
Docks splinter into popsicle sticks
Beyond the hissy fit
He ain't but a hound dog i'm Bamm-Bamm
Pianos fall on me and bounce off
Vampyrella riding pillion through
The eventide indecency that deck the halls
An eye in each Venetian blind
I'm mеat into the Venus fly
Ears back and hacklеs up
Shifting with the shadow play
I show 'em how to rabbit hunt
It helps if you're particularly paranoid
Enough to know there's no such
Thing as an extraction point
Attaboy, I'm a sucker for stolen bases
Bathing in open ocean and
Shaving in Mobil stations
Away from the hocus pocus
The nauseating social codes and motives
The homies demoted to interlopers
Look, I can help you
Tumble through the galaxy
Somersaulting backwards into vacuous finality
Shabby chic
Overnight a fireball from magic camp
Inspired by a banzai fly into Manhattan clam
No hands, pissing off the ferry
Mission-ready
The flesh and blood are present
While the rest is vision-questing
Plugged in, gloves off
Shushing all tough talk
Nowhere to be found at the trust fall
I'm saying "fuck y'all", live and direct
I make a Judas shoot a flare up
From the Isle of the Dead
I got a network in the
Netherworld I seldom reveal
It get a threat to get to
Stepping out my energy field
Behold the nobody who show up
Uninvited like his 'chute failed
Blue streak
Speak in minor pentatonic blues scale
Doors blast open for the never not backlit
Never not eradicating pathogens rat catcher
Capture both the flag and the bannermen
Batter up, throw a badass to the basilisk
Throw a fucking crab off a mountain top
Free freefalling with the shuttle
Parts and flowerpots
Odd hours, I'm up with the spotted owls
Spot a coward in the commons how
He spot a common mouse
At a half mile, last-minute mohawk
Eyes closed, ear to the road salt
All I hear is Mozart
Gale force winds whipping through
Your floppy hat
Glitch in the hologram, trick any polygraph
Chocolate from the faucet
Fish in the lava lamp
Sofa on the ceiling only come
Down for karate class
I'm in pajama bottoms listening to Chaka Khan
Eating matcha Pocky knocking posses
Out the polygon
I see you proper hobnobbing with the la-di da
That kind of shit is simply not
The way I pop and lock