Part 9

[Verse 1]
Heaven is come Murgatroyd, the eternal void
Shame about your mother’s eyebrow game, they’re spermatoid
Oh Lord, you’re employed at a burger joint
Strategic targets are destroyed, consequently you’re annoyed
I know the universe is fun, expanding
It’s just the way it’s always been, piano’s nice drum’s enchanting
Ain’t no sweat I’m demanding, step in the box I’m underhanding
Something’s just a little bit off, I’ve got the devil’s understanding
Change, I fly below your radar’s range
Candyman or candy strange, double duty Danny Ainge
The man’s deranged absorbing light, growing old adoring wife
Rock until the morning light and then I chose the boring life
Soaring heights horizontal, read the room or a novel
Drank directly from the nozzle, in my veins and up my nostrils
Pan left body blow, quick barehanded
(Grand theft audio, kick-snare bandit)

(To the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow)

[Verse 2]
These styles, artists dead 'cos now there's rules
No bad words or power tools but watch as I devour fools
Howard Hughes of posture slain, hidden fortune lost terrain
Rockstar changes monster games, call me Charles Foster Kane
Soap in the water wash your brain, 30 years erase all that
Smash 'em in the face, fall flat with a Gucci baseball bat
Underground I prowl the mines
I walk among the howling pines, the devil and his foul designs
Oh well, it's just a bit of scuttlebutt
Trouble fuss snuggle plus, you're riding on the struggle bus
Crotch chop double thrust, repetitions daily quota
Cross between Abe Vigoda, Baby Yoda and Ray Liotta
How ya doing? Out of breath, intoxicated
Skull is overpopulated, sort of discombobulated
Badder than bad the commander is madder than mad
It's a crime that started a long time ago
Fill up the skill but you treat it like roadkill
So choke 'cos the beats and the rhymes are so ill