Dodge the Eyelatch Man (feat. Wry Fawkes & Mr. Mellow)

Yo Out here sawin' logs Man took vitamin D so I fog Like when will it buy me some times I clearcut Nut nut nut nut Shananana no banana yaw Shape scare me, lizard man walk out see How come no plain to see we countin' theories But your count seem funny to me Twenty-one years running, me done skipped You when and got lip, and then dipped Chocolate stick with no Dunkeeroo Son gotta have that paper, watch what a light sentence do Too many rappers not enough waste baskets Got intense incense, but all sound like poo Twenty-one years plus, we ain't missed Bounce tight rope, we won't skip, nah Reptilian snakey black hand, the veil slips Belly dancin skin, playin with her nips Gettin mind giggly, Knock out at Rigley Can't escape I reckon, imma stem that sticky I bend that time, blow hards on the eyelatch Boat load of clips headed to the cabbage patch Shredded in Yalta man, what is that plan? Wear your fez and hand me the bed pan Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Pray, cuz the web expanding, stagnate Self-expanding heads, blow the bubble gum mate Mumble something like, we comin' too late Sellin cheap wares, and mad discounts on love tunnels For sale, signs on my front lawn, smiling faces Sharp psychopaths flippin' million dollar places Peecockin' Lambo ad, hats off to 'em And pop bottles to 'em, and knock models wit 'em No matter if I gets mine, it'll vaporize One day, Babylon whore moans after a coke Side of fries, spies fall after one stroke Schwab index, point my fingers in the stank Tranny the world up and morph 'em to skank Did they reach their targets? no but they pitch Now, we can feel down and flick the kill switch It's all fine n dandy, candy, and sippity sip Dan Stucky checked in at the Custerdome She slid her tongue around green earrings He got good Raisin Bran, she got alimony I call that First World baloney Go Mustard Man, that wanna sext a man Keep it Frank with the Dank, don't wanna bust your plans Retirement when fucks don't wanna muster bans Like Raybans didn't never wanna erupt fans Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind Mess up my mind with the eyelatch