Random Steppe

Jim-I-Nator, chase creator, imitates a song, recreates a major, sail's you to saviors, reinvents the round, reelects the tasers, summons it in a bong... Bites it right out just like the Chong. Waits in a mile- just for the hump, butts heads with the viral- just like the slums, does a downward spiral like a swivel, dials 911 to spy on individuals, random as hail in July, hits like nails- out on the lake in the sky- just where I had wanted to die. Like a Laker in a coat, like a disastrous danger running wild and remote- just like Ebeneezer Scrooge with a check book and the holy ghost, just like Jesus on an electric motorcycle, flying with angels- jimin' with a bagel, rotating at an angle, fly's in the sky like a needle near the eye! Random as hail in July! Eats prunes, and then pray's not to die! Greets his shrooms with venom, beats his moods with a pendulum, hears through stethoscopes when he's endin' the run, goes to the gym to have a little fun! Waits for the time to stand still, eats all the cops in between him and his pillz! Says **** jail! My ******** is a nail! **** being out on bail! I'll still be here until the killer is unveiled!