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
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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
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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
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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
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
beautiful swooping big bird weighing down the tree like a flying moa
not extinct but distinct and nearly senile
such it its wont and its plump belly
fired up with rotting flame tree leaves
crapping sterling seeds like they were weeds
all over the twitterverse
its a fiery ring in reverse
killing me softly then quietly
placing me in his private hearse
right next to the horse of Damiem Hirst
flogged to death i’ve never seen such a blue pointer
infested seawater shelling out peas like they were rainwater
copping peas, popping corn in the popping microwave sizzle-pan
you can catch ot as cats can if you can catch as cats can
no need to get catty, pointing out the fiery teaspoon arguments
all the argie bagie has surely become a moot point
fiscal deficit is neither here nor therewhen the postman lays a steaming brownie on your doorstoop
who are you gonna call, Dre, Jay-Z or Snoop?
are you in the Compton loop?
What steaming brownie troupe did you emanate from
high on crack and toting a machine gun
shooting blanks in the alley like a mod exile
thumbing my face with your finger killing me softly with your pesticide
killing me softly but surely with your pestilent petsicide
Oh well all kidding aside you will one day broadly kill us all with your virulent pesticide
Bleeding nastily like a huge weeping sore grumpily making its way to the fore
rotten to the core, seeping white cells like a dead jackdaw
so many people look at all the lonely people with the mustard and mayo right there at the door
pillish brain salad at the left with some salt and pepper, tell me if i’m being a bore
Demo by the Higgsmen
A View to die for
Its a place without a name
On an unnamed island somewhere
in the Mediteran….
…nian, Key Largo
or another obscure offshore port
Not made famous by Sophial Loren
Or Lady Gaga
It drives you gaga
when evil villains plot your demise
with a crew that is cruel and bejeweled,
with plans to kill you….
For… a view to die for
featherweight bodyguards die off like flames
Take the best, leave the rest
Pure evil is all that remains
But with a view to die for
29 lie under amidst the stream
Elevated to less humdrum dreams
Suffocated by greed and negligence
Superimposed fake intelligence
No dead canary to warn them
No heroes in a cage
Gaseous clay an underground tombstone
A river runs thru it, septic and odorous
Specific warnings noted and ignored
Smoking guns still smoking on the floor
Poisons no more brought back home
Nor bread, bacon, love or ham on the bone
Yo yo yo it’s like a fantail farted in here
Lighting up the air with his one eyed stare
Lighting up the tree like a goddam Xmas tree
Lighting up the air like a captain of industry
Nothing to see here nothing to be
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort thee
Stay the course, stand your ground as the colossus of rhodes puts up another road block
Chock full of numbskull nuts , saving the best till last
On yer last legs the future is in your past
Teaching and screaming and learning the ropes
A waiter waits idly like a soap on a rope
He will never ever ever be pope
Where there’s hopeless beginnings there may be hope
The final solution is at the end of this rope
Balloon moon I’ll be down soon
Maybe sooner than you know it
30 ft flames light the dawns early light
Oh say can you see what the press will call it
A balloon moon, au claire de la lune
A Nice day for a ballon d’essai tune
A nice day to start again
Sister shotgun wearing a sorghum grin
A steely grin is what you need
When u hit the wires ignition is imminent
No time to consult the manual of how-to
Drop like a led balloon, deflated without u
Sink like a line zapped luftballon
The moons a balloon, let me inflate you
Hook line and sinker whats the matter whats up
Sinkin within or without you
Sinkin and swimming
Pedal to the wheel
Steely grin tells em you got the metal
Cinnamon pinwheel donkey-tail spin
Look at my jizzle -
What a man without tackle can do with a speckle and a dazzle in his eye
a bleary-eyed suit with a cock-eyed view
September the eightth brings a straightened view
Seamlessly aimlessly riding out the storm
Killing the ceiling-drag rat as she crawls and lays her eggs
across and about walls, studs and nogs
visceral slayings of the vicious few
Achoo, sneezing like wizened thieves
firing on all cylinders, beating their hearts out
fighting for dear life, killing as she lays her eggs
mandibles clattering by the fence
MANDIBLES CLATTERING RIGHT BY THE FENCE
