Rough Draft part2
Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic.
The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics.
Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics.
Get high off of my knock off water on the brain hydropunkicks.
.
I would sell out my Mother for a few bucks.
Trash the crackers who are buying my tracks,
malign the system that supplies such gratis
extravagance.
Don't give two s.
Nag like a beach about the glue on my sticky bandit handkerchief
while collecting all the stuff
Sung funky:
And all the while, got you lined up single dial
Got you cutting off old lady's in the streets
Have you dancing like a sycophile
Teaching kids twerks like a pedophile
Have you thinking like a homocidal marion
netted on their string
Got you cutting off old lady's in the streets
Have you dancing like a sycophile
Teaching kids twerks like a pedophile
Have you thinking like a homicidal
Bad Boy Jones on a beat
Without playing a Gooddamn thing,
without knowing how to sing,
though I can still be an artist or even
Holiday Inn Express guest,
but you pay for me to only drink Krystolle
and stay at
five stars accomodatings while you struggle
to make ends meet at best.
Well, I guess you got your eyes starstruck
in idol worship,
like I was Apollo or in your muse sick I play one on tv
I belong at Connes music festival
or devoidway.
You got me on the Billboard, the jumbotron,
confused for artist who plays music,
you got played,
an actual musician, please
a con artist playing gang lead,
I like the sound of that,
though I am tone deaf and illiterate
and my stupidity could make your ears bleed
Chorus:
And all the while got you lined up rank and file,
under idiot of an apocalyptic idiocracy,
just a big mouth fool in a driveby limo in dixie lane, carpooling fame
a highway star trucker or Crystal Tucker on speed dial talking again
Like the mouth of the South
meets Central Perk meets the Houthis.
Got you 'mancing my desires
a devout sycophantasy,
hyping you to be the City King,
Empire Strikes Black Innerstubing
ElCapitain of the yacht your expending my partying
Bobbit cock a doodle thinking with your sock,
and mind
decapitating, not thinking that I don't
harmonize a thing
So...pretend you're sucking my Bic...
pretend you're sucking my Bic
~Sent it to Tom McDonald.
Will see what he thinks of it. (Maybe he could use all or part or some idea)
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
|