Ding dong, king of all things wrong Swinging through the jungle gym, something else's skin on Melted butter, king prawn, drinking from the dog's bowl Doobie at the dog park, ninja at the log roll Ralph on keys, house on a haunted hill Go a couple rounds in the bullpen Trolling where the map is black, attracted to the lawlessness Back and forth and forth and back, I'm tracking y'all marauders in Black flag flyer, ragtag entire snack bag Cat dad, stay away from cracking all that jazz Hair like crabgrass, spine made of butter Got my nose from my mother, my eyes change colors The energy that cannot be contained by paint by numbers Cannot be restrained with basic nails and lumber I get the shutters shaking The fun is taking power from the nobles And returning home to share with other Powerball hopefuls I'm on the front porch about-facing bannermen Manners that are mad as hell, it also takes animals in Dirty birds, bad dogs, trash cats, lab chimps Hanging trespassers by the ankles, thanks management Inventor of the artificial rose Squirting water from the pocket up the party goer's nose Fly inside an ice cube, disappearing pen ink Cobras in the mixed nuts, this guy's thought of everything There's more of everything, well, there's less rescuing Everything else in abundance, get you a second comeuppance All at the press of a button, something to quell the gumption Y'all headed for self-destruction, end of discussion Get well, or welcome to utterly unwelcome The Norman Rockwell that went our welly in its seconds Now the normals need a network of lenses with motion sensors And holding camera phones like loaded weapons Oh heavens, out here where it's out there My head up in the clouds, how's the weather down there? Foul air filtered through a crew neck, pulled up Thousand airs hanging out of full length School bus on a full tank Fools like who the fuck, me the fuck People throwing TVs, others speaking tongues Freaky stuff Apricot foot, peel booties on Oatmeal hair mask, breakfast scented moonwalk Oatmeal Air Max, float across the catwalk in rare form Pageant wave mistaken for a bear attack Leaving tax on the chair and floor So there's that I could throw a playing card that land between your praying hands Matter of fact, open up, holy fuck, pay the man