The
MC to a void, void
Captain
Devoid
Captivating, invading, destroy all toys
Dr.
Nova, nobody's better
Invigorating like an enema
Enema, what is the plot?
Thickens you, given when given
The integers, infinite evidence
Deadens you senseless,
effortlessly floating on tracks like flags in zero gravity
Don't conform, patterns pivot unlimited,
give it a little time to settle in
When I pop this verse, disperse from a knock verse,
knock verse and rehearse
Circle your block verse
There's a curse from a hearse,
terse verse
Spurts and it hurts, what are the curves,
verbs spin around curves
Words ill open your network,
I'm not an expert
When your neck jerk, it irks, what lurks,
what a murk, what a smirk
Spock to
Kirk, no intelligent life form found, let
God work
We need to kill the sub scum
He changed the slots, pipes burst hot,
damn steam all over the plant
His dreams he never seen,
I mean he never tried
So he disguised his life size at a job,
returned to a nod
Slob, drinking three pints of pop -pop,
whistled the knob under the ladder
A one block furnace that
he shoveled in the matter
Held in a mop, held in a mop,
held in a mop like a sword and slashed the floors, adjusted
the valves.
Green!
The boss scowled.
We need to kill the sub -scum!
He thought, I wish I could turn into chemical
minerals that would break pit solvents, the
shake bubble, the geometric shapes, push scrub,
refine, with am monia, move and grind, move
the grime, grime, move the grime through the mildew,
then watch what you put me on,
Sean.
I could stay home, get my check,
and puff dime.
Been a meditated deposition, humorless,
smile like a shark, stern gaze, no eyelids, never
bland tongue like a slow worm to squirm,
Dr.
Nova slash delusion, infest truth with the
force of revelation, persuasive like a corkscrew in your knee,
I plea rare as a fur on fish,
like a pterodactyl is a stranger to lipstick,
my ink bears no resemblance like a monkey
With bowtie, you try and fly like
rockets on wingtips
Satisfy like cigarettes that taste
best after dinner and sex
The perplexed fresh,
snow with no footprints
No trapped under the bris of categories
Yeah, bent, don't blink,
lean and squint your one eye
Strip tees open like a moth
eating umbrella
From when I sway to rhythm like a one -legged
tap dancer in a drunken ballet
We
Kill
Soap
Scum!
We kill soap scum.
We kill soap scum.
We kill soap scum.
Thank you for watching!