Lock it up lock it up
Here comes the trouble
A run on the bank is gonna
Burst your bubble
Going home to the Stone age
With Barney and Betty Rubble
And double the telescopic stubble
Like Edwin Hubble motherfucker
You think that just because I'm homeless
I can't own this domeless loam
On the Ole Miss
Campus or amp this ampersand
Stand that's the dampest champ
That Tampa's ever canvassed?
Like my ancestor. Incest
Or Manchester Anxious like
Pants messer mantis-like
Plan guesser manic semantics
In a panic Atlantic mercantilism
Bids in some antics like
Tantric

Sex in a second set of
Mexican tech stocks on a whim
Carlos Slim bought at cost
Boston Red Sox
He didn't say how many or if
Any of them would see their
Families again then he sold
Stock in Redbox.
Gotta getcha mother in that Netflix
Or you should should get fixed
So you don't have no dicks
Or no clits you'll make
The obits an opus of cold fish
Soulless the whole list subsists
Off the bold fist of death
And his old bliss like meth
In your mouth.

Thinking of a chicken like in Strozsek
Sinking in a kitchen where the kitschy thing
Is Richie Rich, a bitchy king.
Gitchigumi tumor consumer Akuma boomer
Can't accumulate a boogaloo
You can do good or humor fools.

Patch a cache of magical madrigal
Gadget hatches catching passion I can tack
A stack of ratchet attachments and pack a
Wallop like a Dalek who's a solid alcoholic
A rollicking, molly-coddled bottle I
Call Jackson Pollock.

A la mode. It's a coda controller
For Kodachrome.
Soda risotta canola cola catacombs
Angola golem a colon consoling
Cold in Patagonia
A donor got a boner from the corner store begonias.
And now I own ya
Not gonna phone ya.
You're just a loner.So huff ammonia.
Spike it with bleach you got a mustard gas
Blast like the ass on the back of that chick from Red Sonja.

Lock it up. Lock it up.
Here comes the devil.
Hand in hand all the damned
Forsake the land and revel
Dishevelled shovelling shit
Like Aaron Neville
Several times I hit the
Rhymes on the level of a
Jesus-like rap star not Yeezy
That's too easy
Like a backwards racecar
I'm a palindrome raft far
Black barbacks bar me and the
Fast car singing
Tracy Chapman it's a nineties
Thing that's happening.