That strange glowing orb is back,
Might be Destroyman plannin’ the next abduction
Planting the audible waveforms that take concentrated construction
Providing rhythm for my instruction for the destruction to come,
He’s in the flat black UFO Astrotravelin’ notating battle plans,
Alas your flow induced me to play the part of snorlax, no class
You can relax but there’s no stool for you to loiter in like Moe Sizzlack
Oi pay the tab, pay it on time
Otherwise, don’t hit the line
Ahoy hoy I’m plenty fine, finding what future
This planetary duality holds without a line of friends or fans
I can do the dance of logic on my own
You can let them know the invasion is to begin
Don’t need anyone holdin’ my microphone
You can hold this unpinned grenade though
You can’t hold a flame to those spawned from them, plus I got the flamethrow-er
Can’t front when I witnessed every shade of it in this game bro,
First fuck to want me dead was up in sixth grade,
Teachers found the blade though
You ask if the glass is half-full or half empty,
It’s clearly shattered.
It’s clearly shattered.
The glass is clearly shattered,
The contents splattered on the dining room floor,
As if it mattered,
now patterns matter,
If the contents induce you to stagger repeatedly,
Pass me three, you won’t see a drop spilt from me.
But the glass is shattered, you might want to clean that up,
You might slip and cut your carotid artery with that protruding piece of glass,
Ya momo, it’s a safety precaution before they drop bombs on us
Clean up on aisle Fuck off
I’m just yanking your chain, bout time to take off the shackles yes?
