Slow motion, got a look and a feel The best show civilians roll over the hood when I peel I'm the neighborhood butcher, put a hook and a veal Slaughter every claw and hoof in the field Pawn a rook on the board, frog and feather Anonymous, fawn or elder I'm long gone [?], call you bull of terror [?] The salt and pepper stepper, and chinos and a long john waffle I'm dressed for the dickens, but it's all Franz Kafka Nest with the griffins, adventure with vigilantes Where I win is home again with no disembodied phalanges The one man vanguard, clamber up your ramparts You'd understand it if you ever left the ant farm You'd understand it if you ever left the van park Somewhere and ventured on foot where the expanse starts Outlander at the never-ending sidewalk Snappin' twigs, addin' pigs to the flight log I can't not trespass, hold in a fence [?] Cut a second if it's red-flagged Red badge of courage, unfettered amps of current Unfriendly energy, anything less is amateurish Look, this aperture is on its way to eat a ray of light Don't be the ray to rub who ain't respect the radii Don't be obnoxious when you lock into the ghost dance Toast with the most growth, avocado toast champ When I don't know where to go I find myself a bench and share and don't know where to crow Then I just know When I don't know how to act I climb into my car and then I drive it off the map Then I drive right back I don't really patiently wait around Nor take a mulligan I play it from the gator's mouth Major malfunction is the nature of the paper route It's falling on your fucking face and getting up to take a bow Then falling on your face again, take a bow Not a sour grape in sight, I'm grateful for the sacred ground I've been on hyena times, scouting every cliff and crag Sniffing out the killers with no middlemen or diplomats A tit for tat, bad company up jumps the mummy I'm up late plucking an ugly duckling for the puffy All puffed up and covered in crumb cake I'm from with a footwear, it's one with a duct tape And you can feel the walls on a squeeze Tryin' to sober the speed, there's no smoke screen Going act as slow as careen, perpetual motion machine Now don't let's go a bingo [?], spin which way the wind blows Bring ninja clothes, bring a megaphone, a headdress Homemade blast suit, Gore-Tex in excess Bring a meal shake, bring a pry bar, couple mixtapes All my stars, I should go ahead and clothesline a whole lot of you Wind up you all the weightlessness, you wake up to Andromeda Squad entertaining the five stages of agita You probably should've missed them with the la-di-da When I don't know where to go I find myself a bench and share a donut with a crow Then I just know Know what I mean? When I don't know how to act I climb into my car and then I drive it off the mat Then I drive right back