Bottomless

Who got the knowledge? The drip Fozzie Bear flawless With the polish of an awful Jaws homage Always drop-top all crawlers are astonished Dark roast shot and a calzone, it's awful Call the shop back, tell 'em what the slop was Pen heavy as I claw far for gospel It was never problems with quality heads Better yet swiftly off the ceiling bar, dead Wall-to-wall dread, get less lead through Pigs fed full then popped free from Fox News Shit don't add up, isn't the rent due? And don't we need to get some more eggs from Whole Foods? Best sweat when the weather runs warm Only breath's left at the center of the storm If kept together we can feather every form Whether better read lost or in cuneiform Let the pages sit silently in solace Only break their presence with a level post-neurotic Anything that's spoken always was the word of prophets Nothing could be scarier than dropping out of college Apologize for every time you bid me novice My rhymes inspire minds to find their own psychotic Malign the times of bars behind the call for profit King's Dead, but the Luther turned to Fatimah Spill the truth under the rug, useless scuttle Proves to you and me that tough trees try to tumble Take a turn, twenty years, upper lip of Euclid We're really lighting up here, we're really trynna do this Arms in South Dakota, ankles down in Houston Maybe it's the next one, maybe we can use this Keep a tag on us now, it's all in the movement I'm delirious A hospitable block in where the hollow of a lonely God spares us Little bastard goblin child, heir to the Pharaoh Tut Share a beer with Aristotle, shave his matted hair off Not a care for anywhere except the here and now I want you to show me things, I want you to tell me how Distance makes the thought compound, wearing marrow plaster now With a telepathic growl, guess I'm into sapphics now Think it's plastic when actually apps are data now Collapse optics of the tropics with opt methods When opportunity calls, send off the tall reverence The opulence of it all is a little shocking Gift the operation guide unto the wrong stocking Lift the prop to nation height, remove the loft stalling It's little bastard goblin cops across the whole continent Brittle as a lollipop, sweet for your acknowledgment Grace the spots on which you walk, open your sarcophagus Morrissey apologists, life is so lobotomous Wish I was a botanist, everything is bottomless Everything is bottomless