Why don’t they tell you on the package
You have to sift thru all the wreckage
Today we dine
On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car
They kill wild horses
on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck
they kill wild horses
and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck
Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own
when his cat ran out on him he totally froze
Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size
every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise
I got some newfangled pastry, puffy as a ball
with some prime granny smiths on top of it all
an then some chillin blueberries heated warm to the cool
an some hokey pokey icecream to sweat off the pool
(about an hour ago · Like · 1 · Peter Morgan)
hokey pokey (37 minutes ago · Like – Steve McCabe)
more booty than you’d get in the pokey, even wit more blueberry than
haile salassie an the flakey crumb diggers
hum round like flies making dem big eyes while other niggas
die in da gunfights in da city of compton,
sure as snoop is westside
the reason they died is not a reason for pride
(21 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
delicious icecream hokey pokey its apt
its a whole lotta white with some chunks of black
well more like colored kids swirlin around
in this tipsy top world of hip hop sound… sound…sound
(17 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
you know you’re soakin in it, cool it, you’re still in charge
until the new boss takes over, name of marge
(15 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
deeshwashing liquid, i would never have guessed
piss of you old hag i came here for the test!
(13 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
i wanna see if my belly is sprouting a sprog
if so i’ll protect it from dingo and dog
and any other mongrel who might come along
trying to ply it it with bottle, needle or bong
(10 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
put your hand in the hand of the man who crossed
the keystone cops when they were keystone-nots
the city of brotherly love has come a long way
since general patton passed thru this way
(6 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
city of sails is a city of snails
snail bait and switch is what i need
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the beats start the baby will rock
Rock rock rock
Soul of the part your souls on the hop
Me on the bottom and you on the top
A hippy hippy shake prompting legs akimbo
Nobody can win you’re frigid or you’re a bimbo
Lou says “Take your baby out on the street and by the morning she’s another hit and run”
Now that’s some poetry right there but I couldn’t do that because my baby’s second to none
Baby’s on fire, time to put the cat out, my baby takes the minute train
She works from none to five each day and then she takes it back again
Rock my baby in the bosom of Abraham, knife out ready to dispatch his child
Rock this baby in the garden of Eden
Snake-bellied shapeshifter lighting fires in the wild
Free the birds
Free all the birds
if they fly, walk or run they all have beaks and claws
none of them know the escape clause
Caged, nested, roosted they all have their place
The nightinggale sings in Berkeley Square
the laying bird plops out eggs onto the hay
the rooster crows like tomorrow is here
Free the birds
Once they have entered your world
they are uncanny members of your family
Shake sheep and sheafs
Beats beyond belief!
In the wigwam he’s the chief
Big sticks provide the backbeat
Twice on the tailpipe means
No way Jose now get outta those jeans
Slip in that back beat
Beats so good make me wanna tweet his prowess in a hollow
In a hallowed hall he can’t be beat!
He’s a rat-tat Tum-tiddly-um-tum
Goo-goo-ga-joob-beat mothers son
With a pair of sticks that make a Chinese national revert to a fork and spoon!
Shake sheep and sheafs
Give it the old one-two, for this house is bleak
Play that ol piano bar-style
In that knowing way without getting hostile
Punching out that rhythm like a pulsing pustule
Pumping like a heart accelerating corpuscles
