Train Buffer

Who stole the uprock? Who stole the paint?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

Who stole the mixtapes? Who stole the fame?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

Barnacle on the hull of show business

Vote for auto-dead-horse battery

Murder perfect grown Gerber baby ecosystem

Army green eyes with ColecoVision

Bastions, casualty

While punks jump up to jeopardize my headbanger reality

Godzilla took red five minus the whiny wookie gobble grommets

With a jaw that swivels backwards off the hinges

Molasses married hues on classic fabric

With a corset riddles bastard coughs with rivets

Nerve wracker that pivots

As a dysfunctional dancer in the dark

My chart bomb mechanism ticks adjacent

To the broke city art yester-vision

I missed your god blessed vision

Who rose to expose your tarot

And stop the bong club kids on thumb

I light a little fire, scarecrow

Brainiac dumb dumb bust the duck hunter

I let the fucking dogs out and they're breeding in big numbers

Big numbers

It's sort of earth citizen exes and vexes

Check collector texts by the flex of a messy pegasus

Remarkable but unmarketable, leggo my treasure chest

It's empty but I use it to cradle my true confessions list

Confession one

Aesop was raised in the Colonel Kurtz

Daycare center for disgruntled youth

Where it's brilliant to flee the sheep flock

You're a little teapot homie, please don't feed the pigeons

They're trying to spread their peacock

Feathers and bleed through the system

This goes out to plain-clothed prophets who read through the wisdom

And swore they'd never spend a night asleep in the pigpen

Touch the prickly outer shell of

Reptilian minimal nighttime sea catcher

Twenty thousand league mapper and um

Me and my primitive friends drag our knuckles

And find your upright bipedal walking ugly

I pee in a bag of ballpen from a monkey

Thanks to y'all that came to school

With paint stains on your fingertips

And brought a little life to those Long Island Railroad city trips

Please remember I could build you my friend

And if I'm not happy I'll break you the fuck down and build you again

Who stole the uprock? Who stole the paint?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

Who stole the mixtapes? Who stole the fame?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

I drag my alligator belly to the brink like hi

I drag my alligator belly back to bed until I die

You've got a metal skull with wires from your heart

And a dead air surplus

Ludicrous

Like labor day bootleggers on some support the movement shit

My practice, life inside a pitch black magic pack of rap brackets

That's tragic, that's a cat back to outrun a pack of rat bastards

That's an earthworm mentality flag captured

Peaceful, television leaves the beach

Droughts on the sofa with an idle motor

They say decrepit is where I'm at, simple

Rock a brain full of bottle rockets

Not a model, not a prophet

Not a duck, got a fuckload of missions here, want 'em?

You could tell your man they came to you in a daydream

And I won't alley back alley cat, past it

Raw, tall glass action

Taller glass for the master

Balderdash backspin

Backtrack, back in effect, back in the clutch

Sitting on this old '98 BFA collecting dust

Slackjaw smiling like a hacksaw at that straw

Spit masterpiece leader meters for critics that suck

You're off track betting on a one trick pony

With pony express delivery delay effects, funny

No that's not funny, city art slaughter ugly

With pins, needles, and duck walks, busted

Sitting at the movies with a large bucket of Xanax

Extra butter and a spring water

Kamikaze Zaxxon flight simulator major

Street pilot directly through the iris

Fuck it, freak the fader on some fly shit

Who stole the uprock? Who stole the paint?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

Who stole the mixtapes? Who stole the fame?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

Who stole the uprock? Who stole the paint?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

Who stole the mixtapes? Who stole the fame?

Who stole the cypher slayers? Who bucked the train?

This is for the prostitute I almost called last night

But didn't, thank you

I don't need any diseases right now

Even if it gives me pleasure for uh, twenty minutes

LP, where the fuck you at?

Yo, L, call that escort service

Tell her yes

That's it

Motherfucker, motherflocker

Make it Asian

The world's gonna end anyway

Now make it Spanish, definitely Spanish

Now make it German

Now make it Latin

Fuck it, if it's got two tits and a vagina, I'll fuck it

It doesn't even have to have two legs at this point

I don't need legs or arms

If she treats me nicely for an hour, it's all good

My mom would be proud

Look what you raised, mom

Are you proud of me?

I'm a rapper

I make good songs, people like me

I can even get hookers to fuck me

Mom, I need two hundred dollars

And uh, don't call me tomorrow night between ten and eleven