Now I’m spending my days Sending out resumes Begging at the altar of online forms And to be honest… Its really not fun…. But if makin money’s what I’ve got to do Then I’ll sit an office desk sucking up to you I need to find something to do Moneys low and…. I’ve got love He’s up, in the north country Building walls and saying he thinks…. of me And I gotta get back…. Can’t lose out on that.

GYP runnin’ on the lam god damn Mark’s got like four siblings, what up fam? Hair metal hotties getting glam White Snake $kim’s going ham go Rams flight cake Runnin’ thru the desert like a bad guy does Evil track suit from hell that’s some bad guy duds Rubadubdub five guys drink sudz Bein vewy vewy loud my bad to elmur fudd AND WE! WILL FIGHT! NOT DIE! THAT FOR 3.14 NOT FUCKING I AND WE! WILL WIN! NOT LOSE! THAT’S FOR DUMB ASS DUDES THAT CAN’T TIE THEY SHOES! Boil, spill, ouch, damn Ramen, tile, kitchen, damn Regret, eternal, lunch, damn I guess I’ll try the chicken noodle Heat it up while I’m stroking my poodle Oh you know what I’m saying get your mind out of the gutter Now I’m whippin up a fluffernutter Side dish full of nutter butters Put it on a platter serve it to my mother Hey what can I say that lady like peanut butter Its days like these that make me think that life’s a blast But lets get a six pack and I’m sure it’ll pass Like gas out the hole in the middle of my ass Sorry if I’m crass no I’m not I’m Uncle Buck Tons of bad luck in the $100 truck Waders to our titties as we stroll thru the muck Eat healthy still die now doesn’t that suck So eat a deep friend dog leg from a sketchy asian food truck REGRET ETERNAL LUNCH DAMN Nice day, for an ok life 2 kids and a wife old copies of Knifes Remember that time we were in a rap group? Blowin Loud out the window of the sketchy bathroom Breakin every vacuum, drunk in every rec room Making fuckin crowds move while Cody played the loud tunes Bianca playin Yarp in the million dollar sound room Shout out to my guys I couldn’t do this shit without you! SO YES! WE DID! FIGHT KIDS! But they were seriously askin for it you shoulda seen these guyz AND WE! FUCKING WON! NEVER LOSE! STEP 2 DA BOYZ AND U LEAVE WITH A BROOZ! REGRET ETERNAL LUNCH DAMN

Its Young Craves Bald like Frasier Crane Kung-Fu future fighting My style laser crane I’m hackin into that mainframe Boggle that’s a lame game You worldwide on instagram That’s that super lame fame The Money aint my main thang But it might be if I had some Like a black lab and german shepard I’m super fuckin handsome Pour buckets we flashdance Bare hands when I catch the lance Long vacation pack no pants Half naked in the south of France Walkin thru that famous arch We cheat the world like a game shark Great white, no teeth That’s that super lame shark Its magic two lands I beat it off with two hands Follow nose like toucan Chompin on a hundred grand The woods is my home But I gets down in da shitty When I’m all dolled up you’ll be amazed Goddamit I’m so pretty Jump back, fuck myself AYSO trophy on a dusty shelf Speedin thru that bible belt You break commandments you getting welts MacNulty, you son of a bitch Imma break yo ass off a lil summa this Diner counter, droppin tips Alley ways I gotta piss Tiny planes fly thru the Alps Feel a nice breeze roll across my scalp Hot route and we move fast Linebackers named Ralph with a huge ass Back to school, Dangerfield Emotional Damage, danger’s real Throw your lunch onto the ground And lets see how that ranger feel Taco Bell wrappers Rappers eating Taco Bell! All gold Mavericks No doors like crappin in the Sip ‘n’ Sail Walk the Plank I need that shirt Breeze on my ballz in a knee high skirt SKURT. OUT. Gotta get to the store. Get a job and a hairpiece Roger. Fucking. Moore. 4 on the floor 3 on the roof ice cream to scoop Shih tzus named boof WHOOMP! There it aint He got it chopped now she looks great Roll the dice decide your fate You sweatin green like Gatorade You look like what the gator ate Empty pools and meditate Money, drugs we mediate Grab the boys let meet at 8 Clyde Frasier’s got a Steak 10/10 that meat was great Grab the cab and we down town Nah we walked but we downtown that stampin on the ground sound French press the ground Cross the room is my misses She blowin hella kisses I’m sitting here like damn. These smooches better than Christmas Time getting colder And children getting older And I’m getting older too Mothafucka We do electric landslides The tide is high but I’m stayin here Over trees we hang glide Louy Fierce aint playin here NAH

Its young craves with the glistening dome Write a poem out in Rome build a home for a gnome 6” heel on strippers with glass slippers All bronze zippers cookin ramen in the big dipper I’m throwin rocks while I sip on the liquor Churnin butter drivin buggies with the basket made of wicker I’m makin money rain with the change go get the slicker Ketchup Packets, waffle crisp that’s a lame dinner Choppin up the soft in a million $$$ loft Laura Croft eatin moss with the sauce I’m a BO$$ Bumpin Ricky while I’m usin dental floss Eating applesauce while I double cross an albatross Call me maybe Cody Davies lately getting rabies From babies who actin shady get nakey with old ladies Cats aint even frady I’m balder than Wayne Brady Cool like Tom Brady, Diamond Jim Brady I’m drinkin many mini soda out in Minnesota Come on over with the paperwork I’m doin all the quotas Dressin for a funeral but going to the mall Getting yoga balls, dry wall and super fancy hand soap Me and L Kabong be like tight ropes and Frenchmen Great Dead and inscense, bad guys and henchmen I’m gainin some gut while these hunks flex they pecks Fling caviar with tech decks, lickin up her neck sweat Read up don’t keep up unless you Kindle Jenner Wreck sales like Bruce Banner at your local shoppin center Colder than last winter, we run shit like sprinters Hard as big bats but sting just like splinters Stirrin up the pasta I’m ballin like Matzo Buy exotic birds from old dorms in Hofstra My pirate ship does 280, poop decks with nude ladies Time Crisis trading vessel 86 mateys Drunk at the zoo and its not even 2 Take a poo in my hand and I fling it at you Back to my group, stir the soup, rally troops Black hair and tights she look like betty boop I’m sharpening bowies and bumpin old Bowie TNT aint me change De Channel like I was Zooey Imma win the lottery and read some Harry Potter Potato themed playground I’m on the tater toter Your manufactured psychosis don’t make you smell real That particular scent makes fake friends and ideals Eat a meal of harbor seal and refried electric eels While she plays electric feel I stomp heads with boot heels

Waiting for my passport to get checked. I’m at the border. I’m full of dread. Yes I thought I had love up here. But its not there. And now I have to go back. To lord. Knows. Where.

Wake up, get dressed, this is not a fucking drill Cut up from the navel watch the entrails spill Grind the bones at the mill use the powder for a spell To bring back the ones we lost even just for a day Out the eyes tears spray, hit the ground, fade away Blood might be gone but the cuts here to stay Spend your last four days at a chick-a-fil-a Putting pickles on the chicken smearin sauces of hate IAM. HE. CON. SUMER. OF. SOULS. FILLING. ALL. HOLES WITH TINY. MEAT. POLES. THIS SUSPENSE IS KILLIN ME GIMME. DRUM. ROLLS. DING. DONG. BITCH. FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS ORAGAMI MAKING SHAPES. LIFE BETWEEN THE FOLDS. PUT. ON. GOLDEN FANGS. BITE THE HANDS THAT MOLD. Life thru the heat haze curious gaze, Burst forth from the cloud pride rock sun rays Imaginary friends every lazy Sunday Fatten up for the slaughter eat 100 sundaes Maybe we’ll give a fuck again someday Close your eyes, open wide, out comes the runway Interstellar warship ride bumpin Gunplay Bible on the dash and he looks like Newt Gunray Go toward the light, slap God run back Submit and die with honor night’s black, fuck that Rise to your feet so you can die like a man Stupid look on your face with your dick in your hand We’re equal to the roadkill we drive past Green light blast, out of the work at five past Nobody’s going to lower your flag to half mast Run for your life cuz your life won’t last

$kim Milk spin silk on a loom at high noon Grab a saddle and a spoon ride a tiger thru a typhoon Eatin five guys with five goons under a blood moon Ancient sins of man washed away by the flood soon Sign waivers eatin now and laters Ralph Nader Feet covered in gator ice pops crazy flavors Pop off with a phaser in chartreuse blazer These stupid dudes actin rude better scoot like a razor Hoverboard glide across the great divide Ready to die in a sidecar hell of a ride We eatin rhino while we skydive hell of a night Caught a flight to the fight now I’m ringside mane Shootin propane in my veins to ignite the brain Me and Cooper drawin fangs on thangs with various names Playin clue on a throne but I aint playin no games So stop sweatin your feet and focus back on your brain The fingers of God rip homes from the ground Lost into darkness to never be found Pound the ground speak in tounges and fanatics dance around Blood rain from the sky hear the howl from the hound Hand in hand we’ll stand start a post punk band Make a brand, sell out, give the cash to my fam Sold his soul for a lamp and a rhinestone hand Stan the man at basecamp just doomed us all. Woo. In the name of myself I hit the nexus Fix the headlight and drive off in a ’96 Lexus Make it down to texas, swerving getting wreckless Ashes of my grandma, hangin from a necklace Scrambled brains and ostrich eggs a GYP breakfast Cross save my own soul off the mile long checklist Caged up the demons and now they’re getting restless Double mastectomy this rap game is breastless So come and get this. Lookin for a genuine life with no dice Bald head, small mind, spit shine no lice Pasta is the starch for life with no rice Unless I’m rollin up the sushi drivin Kaneda’s bike Drunk at night watching Spike with a dog named Spike He’s got three strong legs and a bone break bite 65% passion 35 spite Fight for the right to write what’s not left

Fresh sequence jumpsuit, jungle we can run thru Hiding in the birthday cake just so you can bust thru Kerosene lights the scene while we huff glue See fluorescent lights in various hues Langston and Laurie, my mental Edward Gorey Old glory, Toy Story, 40 and a shorty Write raps, and then we talk about rap shit Jewelery shine out to Venus thru the old God’s pulpit Her booty such a beauty, Michelangelo sculpt it Left my notebook at the bus stop just so you could vulch it Orange, black and blue Young Craves the new culprit Short eight tales from glory like a mother fucking vulpix $kim drinks the Bombay, Cody slurps the sculpin Cranky got the Dr. Ball, Mark’s jernts engorging Only talk Toyota when we say the whip’s foreign We might be fucking morons but at least we’re not boring! Run to the hills for your mother fucking life You can play with madness if you lose a piece of mind Fear of the dark this can’t be Futurreal Icarus falls from the sky while the powerslaves knell 2 minutes to midnight enter the wicker man Brought your daughter to the slaughter thought that she’d be thicker man 7th son of a 7th son a killers work is never done Iron Maiden’s great but I just wish that I was happy Marshmellow stride on the side, determination. Trapped in the shorts, testicular perspiration Smell ya hand just to check the stink on the sweat, We doing trapeze backflips with no fucking net GYP, Grab Ya Poopers and dance Got my peener pump from Paris and my stove from Sudan Cranky always do me dirty when we settle Catan Five fingers to the face that’s an open hand slam Hidden messages seen in the steam of hot coffee You lookin hella small like scene’s with John Coffee You can’t be that bossy with a mouth full of toffee You stupid head is sealed shut Interrogating Neo in Geo’s in Albuquerque 7-11 thanksgivings out in Constantinople Slurpees and jerky sewed up inside the turkey Black waters of the mind hide signs in place murky Run to the hills for your mother fucking life You can play with madness if you lose a piece of mind Fear of the dark this can’t be Futurreal Icarus falls from the sky while the powerslaves knell 2 minutes to midnight enter the wicker man Brought your daughter to the slaughter thought that she’d be thicker man 7th son of a 7th son a killers work is never done Iron Maiden’s great but I just wish that I was happy Fakin my way a rambaloo to the zoo Holy baby driver doing 122 So. Long. Frank Lloyd Wright Squandered by resistance that’s the boxer’s last fight Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Crime Only living boy in New York on his last dime In my little town face down on the ground Simon and Garfunkel are great but I don’t want to hurt anymore.

I had a dream the other night that you chose to end your life You were piss drunk at the top of a bridge and you jumped What can I make of a crazy dream like that Doesn’t mean you’ve killed yourself out of my life But you certainly have… Yeah you were my best friend and now you’re a stranger It’s the hardest thing I’ve had to deal with of late You were my best friend and my lover We did everything… Together. And I don’t what you did today And you don’t what my life is like in anyway I drove as fast as I could Out of your hometown Yelling toward the moon Yes, I want just be back with you In my car Traveling far North Carolina to Ottowa South of Mexico Just Us Yeah I miss this… I hope you is this just as much If you’d call me I’d forgive it all Cuz you could be my one true Yeah I think that that’s true A perfect man just like you I see it in my dreams Oh please come back To me… Things might be different Work out differently Or maybe this is all scarred I kind of think that too But I also think I would forgive you…

We cut rugs like exacto knives Cool cats on their ninth or tenth lives The country pass in a great green blur The hips move and the sexy stir Head to toe in priceless furs Skin from a minotaur, claws from a big bird My show blue like a flightless boobie Her words cut with a skill that was slightly spooky Crawl back to my bottle of Beefeater Slide across the tree like a legless leaf eater Make a cocoon out of the couch cushions I tear it down and then I scream into the couch cushions How you left me last October The brews were chilly but your gaze was colder Now I’m slightly older but wiser that’s a maybe Sometimes I still flip on my moms and old lady But they take me back and still call me baby Lets cook chicken and dance to Call Me Maybe Reconciliation is a tough racket Pen and pad in the pocket of an old ass jacket Sometimes I write so it can all make sense It still doesn’t so at least I got friends $kim Milk with the super wacky crazy juice blends Stick around for awhile, no noose friends But eventually it all ends… The come up so quick he was getting the bends And he never even got the bends Yes men never let the mind cleanse And he’s never felt more alone Like that movie home alone If there’s something missing in his life Then why o why can the man not cry Hes in bad shape, up late, eatin grapes Staring at the wall wondering what makes great A meditation on mind numbing nothingness Killed the baby in her arms with the last caress So much pain for a life so blessed Best dressed in the nest but he’s still depressed Shoulder pains from preventable stress Spilled his last glass of hope What a fucking mess So its do your best and you can fuck the rest Go easy on yourself you’re so damn young No bell on this earth can ever be unrung No song in your heart will ever go unsung Dust lines where your picture frame once hung Your love was fresh air in a drowning lung A love so pure thought we made an element And your mind shined bright like a fucking filament Everyday’s a new day and I’m still here Spit in my eye with a shit eating sneer An atheist looking up into the heavens God dammit you son of a bitch When it feels like the world won’t turn And every house in your life is a problem to burn Keep ya head on your shoulders and don’t fuck around Unless you want to be in a hole way deep in the ground And if you want that then stop it already I know its hard when the shit gets heavy Just tough it out and be a goddam man The hurt you could save you could never understand Tears falling on the handmade picture frames Filled with snaps of me and you from way back in the day A silence that rings in your head like gunshots So loud youll do anything to make it fucking stop Shove glass in your ears till the blood clots the holes Drugs in the blood in the heart filled with holes Driving 80 over quadruple yellow lines Screaming fuck the whole world to a speed limit sign But somebody loves you But somebody loves you But somebody loves you But somebody loves you But.

Dashboard lights, change the way your face look Sucked into nothingness, like the one that space took Cold and alone, in a puffy white suit Dreaming of the juice of her sweetest fruit Spinning into black, nothing he could ever grab When he was on the ground, didn’t know what he had Stars they looked at, now are his prison She cried when she left home, for his new mission Flag on his arm, shades on his face His side of the bed’s now cold and dead, as his final resting place Hand on her heart, never been more proud News makes knees buckle, never screamed more loud Young love weightless, first time they met She was a waitress, he was flying jets Big smiles and laughs, left her # on the check Took her to a baseball game, Sox vs. Mets Her friends like him, and all the guys think shes mad cool Bought his boys some whiskey shots, kicked their ass at pool Her hips were hypnosis, and man he had a couple moves Dance into oblivion, get down to Palemen grooves They made love and made a son, perfect in every way If he could see him now, what not on earth could a father say My dear boy, don’t be scared Your mother’s gonna need your strength, you have to be prepared Please be brave, just like your old man Born beneath a waning gibbus, holding you in shaking hands Next day I left, kissed you on the cheek Saw the universe in your eyes, didn’t have to speak Door to the car, felt like lightyears to me Felt further from you then than I do now, set adrift at sea Satellite of pride, watch you grow from my new home Whisper stories just for you, until my body turns to stone Hope your mother finds a man, who loves her like I do Wont be hard, since she was the greatest I ever knew Didn’t teach you to ride your bike, or throw that perfect spiral Giving you the tools for the young man’s survival I can see our house from here, all its missing is us Live our lives and drink my tea as I put you on the bus As we begin eternity of all you’ll ever know of me Do your best to keep her safe and look into the sky for me

The pain of healing crawls across my head The clock strikes eight I’m half past Dread See red when dead head sped on a go ped Plot homemade vengence in manmade shed Roll out blueprints out on the table Fantastical lands from the young reps fables The toast is French and the syzurp maple Leave the best breakfast with a head full of staples Office supplies, box of flies Humiliate sons make father’s cry The tomohawk fly through blood red sky Turn a chump to a stump and collect the eyes New friends in Chusetts, Old Wounds in Jersey Buckets to the sky, dance to quench the thirsty Prove themselves worthy of In the Eyes of thee Limbs of God, GYP Weak hands make fists that turn to dust Weak men surrender and fall to lust Die for my brothers seal the pact in blood Only the best on the arc just before the flood As boys all we wanted was to be a part Of a body that exists without a beating heart We grew to grow apart to find that spark The fire in a fart the rainbow in the dark When all you write feels so wrong The trivial nature of scribing songs Come crashing in like ceilings in a storm Walls in your mind that can’t take form Half bionic, let’s roll sonic Conform to a norm just to be ironic A half formed image that becomes Iconic Bluetooth devices become pneumonic ROCK. AND ROLL. YOU ARE NOT ALONE ROCK. AND ROLL. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE CRAVES PALEMEN $KIM BLOOD AND BONE Cody does that shit on purpose Another dirty hit Vontaze Burfict Saw thru the pit, I am the surface Trying to live thru the circus I snuffed the machine but no money came out I yelled to the sky but no tears came out The clock is a lake every hour I drown Still every opportunity I pounce Just four dudes, at the gig Burnt my notebook, snapped my pen Fuck it man, there’s more to this Really out here making art with my friends Bottom of the bottle just like Smithers said Rather unique just like AZ said Woke up late, half past dead This aint my last supper but pass the bread Marquee’s hittin that punchin bag But I still refuse to take a drag Stayin in the game till my nuts str8 sag Sack so big they already have Seriously, take a look in the mirror It’s a mirage you can jump thru your fears Just a reflection of what’s so near. You think its over there? Its really right here ROCK. AND ROLL. YOU ARE NOT ALONE ROCK. AND ROLL. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE ROCK AND ROLL YOU’RE NOT ALONE Flight to the Fight found dead to rights Might of the right lies alone at night Justify these thoughts of those Who overthrow our cynic woes Pens run dry as our thoughts compose Poems of soul that read like prose Run with the vanguard thru the fields of Foes For answers to questions that none will know But I’ll settle to know a question That will help us on our quest Unleash the mind’s detention Let the blade pass through my chest Skim Milk and Young Craves Old guns with dumb names The peace keeper that make rain stain the shirt with the blood of the lame and vain