ฟังเพลงCharlie Horse

All persons are warned to stay off the streets

All persons are warned to stay off the streets

Civil defense personnel, report to their stations

Civil defense personnel, report to their stations

All others take shelter

All other persons, take shelter

Do not panic, follow instructions

Trouble takes many forms, in-between shedding skin

Some are subtle, some are semaphore, holding severed limbs

Some in extra innings, seven-seven, no one ever win

Propeller hats in motion, no actual developments

Impatient ember, adding a splash of his own accelerant

I'm to the races, sorting through the few, the future favors

It's those of you that let the pooch chew through the computer cables

And grow food based on the lunar phases

Who maneuver right, I'm Snoopy on the roof at night

Staring at the canopy, like, "Can I peek into the light?"

Or am I needed here at home? A human being supervised

Stupefying overseers, zoom in on the pupil size

Choose your fighter, them or me, or everyone vs. entropy

The only ever undefeated zero artificial intel, NPC

Or that's the tendency, a bullet train to randomness

That started out successfully, and ended at abandon ship

Okay, I'm mostly here to catch the wave

Somewhere between the Etta James and psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est

Check the resume of monkey wrenches into engine bays

And total hours ascending at some unrelenting MPH

I brake at MLK and terra incognitas

Where the sidewalk ends at lenses eyeing terrifying genius

And it smells like something holy, put a L up for his peoples

Pizza from that one spot, hello from the zenith

No response, so far

Bowl of the Gods, the color of Violet Beauregard

Mm, Dr. No cigar, I hand nothing out to nobodies with no regard

There is not a satellite of any worldly origin

That point to a location this impossibly inordinate

Meanwhile, somewhere that you haven't tried

Rumors of a round table, breaking up the staff of life

Yeah, s**t is Jazzercise

However, you consider the kid

Won't find me sitting rhythmless, watching a vid of a vid

How many pics before the difference 'tween a pit and abyss?

I'm in the mix without a logo on the fit or the lid

The mercenary, thrown and parrying fists

Fighting the various nefarious kitsch that's known for marrying rich

Not of the ilk that's always milking a fib

Mumbling guff, my infrastructure wasn't built on a grid

I'm just taking me a shot in the dark

But if you never taken off to take a walk in the park

I'm more concerned about the take instead of making a mark

And being seen instead of sweet, you're not deserving of a seat on The Ark

Skedaddle while I channel the source

Skedaddle while I channel the sauce, boss

As a youth, I's always hooping on the main courts

Cats be souped up, but a soup is not a main course

Love, hope, pain, loss

These are just a couple of the issues that I don't force

Technically, "couple" means two

Guess I mean few, I review

I know you're feeling hollow from following these fools

Get wit' the Mister-Fix-It that don't even need tools

Really, what in the devil? Cats ain't on my level

They are gonna need stools, enough being cool

I know it's cruel, but might be time to drain some gene pools

Abolish and demolish fake, and use the real estate to build schools

Somebody gotta make the right moves

Set the right moods, lice rules

I got some great news

This time I'm going viral, I just shot some great nudes

I'm so fly, I just ate dehydrated space food

For real

This is Buns of Steel

Yeah

Yeah

Take a break from persecuting idolatry

In the countryside with hunting knives as it runs and hides

'Cause I wanna try and hold it by the underside

Then jump and dunk a pumpkin pie, stuff a stocking with a thunder thigh

I want to put things into things

Principally, in vitro fertilize kings into queens

What you mean what it means?

I just like to write, brothers, like wings on machines

It's suspicious, like Marines on they deens

If they pull up a better-than-they-are-dar, I'd be a ping on a screen

Pong bar! On the turntables like a Pyongyang ping pong all-star

Smoking on an all tar Marlboro

Hot box y'all, talking like it's y'all car

Driving with drivers in the backseat, like a golf cart

Man, if y'all start, I'll divide this place like a Walmart

That's low-hanging fruit

All my lines come with old dangling boots

Don't park in a tow spot

And yet I walk around with my heel in the toe box with no socks

With a princess, and a yeti

And a old golden robot, a Dr. Scholl's with a hole

'Cause hiking took a toll, I mean a whole lot

The under look like its whole life, it's been fighting foos

Like Dave Grohl, got stole on, and cold cocked

With the tongue of a cobra and the sole of a Pol Pot

Sidebar, I really want that old watch that looked like gold rocks

Hit me in the comment section with directions if you know a spot

And if they lying, somebody reply to that comment with a "No, it's not"

In regards to flattery, like an open pop

It's a battery with a broken dock

It's not a Rollie

Sweatin' to the Oldies