The People At The Top Are Reptiles, There I Said It

Need a place to hang the hat on Need a palace in the islands full of snow like mount bogong Need a joey and a forest full of kangaroo paw My jewels flew off, too hot, third degree, habanero your shoes blew off Emergency! Always on airplane, mode and my oath sworn on burnt soil My burden of proof is butchers blocks in kitchenettes Consciousness is drowned out by a silhouette Silky sets full of blonde hair the eyes grizzly, brown bear, Big brother got it out for D, so beware The biggest stressor not a bigger dresser but an ally That'll stab your back to steal your sketchers All in some Yeezy boots, you see how the cheesey move? You see what some cheese'll Do? Age longer, no leg working, we pray for product, we prey, rifle shots to opposing Talkers No talk box, but cigarettes smoke still circles the room inhale arsenic lead formaldehyde Well A formidable farewell to fate weathered ladies in plaid skirts The plain English is see you later ma See saw, up and down these moods swings at parks after dark Only so many darts to be thrown at the wall now until the plywood break, termites My terms meant four quarters and eight years, a master Certificates of death, pronounced four am after rotted flesh burned Exhumed the body, examined and X-Rayed X-Rated no liqueur, need a cure for the itch Need a curious case of who the f*ck is? No Face ID could match em, it's a different shrunken head Broken on the marble cabinet, marbles gone Rollie pollied in a fetal pose Pissing, shitting, last weeks Sunday clothes Even the deadliest flower someday grows To be a beautiful but thorny rose, in my backside Aka the poison sucked from the vein Truth. You want truth? The whole fucking world lies! So don't be too surprised when the clubs full of boys and girls rally up their arms and Throw your limbs inside the dirt Detached You thought it was out of body experience? You're in a fucking pissing match With piss poor personified people who really androids Anxious and aching to use the blade to steal your big toys All to default your credit Leave it to the next man, society indebted I dead the conversation Shhh I think they listening