Fizz

Through the valley with a howl and a hiss Every step is like a house on a witch Any Judas into sappin' how I'm zappin' get the trowel and brick I'm all thought-crime, cowlick and fizz You could pull up to whatever close encounter you want Catch him with a dozen flowers or an owl and wand Pick a path, firebrand, miss him with the hooey Beleaguer a baddie and add 'em to ratatouille, ooey I still chief L's on a rooftop You still need help with your juice box I'm trouble, you troubleshoot a lot Cue his blue blockers maneuvering through the future shock Where fam from a different phase of the crawl Get to step up and fail to communicate through a wall Maybe it's less about escape and more a favor to y'all After waking up with geometry engraved in his palm, either way We are not the same, heaven is a lie I think you a lame, lemme get a fry We are in the weeds, begging for a sign I think you a leech, lemme get a fry I avoid sunlight, Chuckie, and buckets without fuzzy dice Money pits, and sucker shit, and run-ins with the blood of christ Unabashed do-nothings who do nothing but multiply And multiply, or any hooded reaper out to thumb-a-ride Desert cottontail hanging from his talons I been hanging with my demons Future hanging in the balance Plan a caper on a napkin Trading slang into the evening Drive a tank around Manhattan What a world, what a world Broken, bloody, undeterred Local weather rumbling on some mother earth with stomach worms Current mood bluer than a gummy shark I should probably learn to move around the color bar I should probably wear some jewelry made of human bone It adds a visual component to my "you should go" Thought bubble generally jam-packed, with dollar sign, exclamation point, ampersand, hash We are not the same, heaven is a lie I think you a lame, lemme get a fry We are in the weeds, begging for a sign I think you a leech, lemme get a fry Miffed, stabbed, and flat dissed Add a little music and the dagger do the twist I'm a hazard to the mission, drop a dish in your room tone Gaffle a bag of taffy, catch a tag on a tombstone, ey Get accustomed to the irritated easily I can not be trusted if motherfuckers is Tweedle Dee Further, everything is either beeping or foreseen to be Mobile ringing, I can feel my life force leaving me Flesh a temple of doom The whole rest go XO, red balloon Bent spoons from the second I could shed the cocoon To my controversial first fake step on the moon At a mile off, home in on a protein for the goulash Staring razors at 'em, shred a actor into udon Strangers like "gimme 2 of, dude what are you on?" A single dose of Woo-hah in the Yukon We are not the same, heaven is a lie I think you a lame, lemme get a fry We are in the weeds, begging for a sign I think you a leech, lemme get a fry