Play Deader

[Jonwayne] Yeah you know that I'm a boss in this scene Shaking heads up like washing machines Coming closer to the toast, call it bossa nova, rocking regimes Most of those about as hop, copping pockets of jeans First rockets with the greens, unlock it with the seas Seeing sockets plop stocks slop and pops go obscene What do these wham bam thank you mam ramifications mean For the stations of teams bringing hate in The mean for the good boys eating all their greens and Masturbating teams showing seams in their slatings So what the fiends making, cause these Bathing Apes shaking Boldly cold fashion gets moldy when it's old And trends go from the new thing to remember when it sold Forget about the inner outer soul, man It's been about the old man, take on his toll and Reuniting the titans of all the rock and roll bands It's cold, man [Zeroh] Play possum The trendies ??? shatter to clear across the chasm I patrol the bottom The flatlands of lost and jealous, well-read spells hellish When I curse inverted verse got 'em tripping in a church On the corner, next door a liquor store I go to bless the blunt, blow incinerated matter so aesthetically I revel in its thusness poetically Bust this phonetically incongruous song often to bond us Spew molecules about the outer shout they want it louder Outs to bounce outweighed the ounce and now it's sour I renounce the power to punk in good nature Fuck what you thunk, truncater, great space is my major Embrace the spherical swing like lightsaber to Vader Bring balance to the high wire acrobats who waver Shake the faker til he breaks false face traitor Talents favor the flavor of grace so save prayer for later [Jonwayne] My blood's to a boil consisting of a mix of Crown Royal and oil Seeing double like trouble and toil Wayne's here to leave varmint's undergarments soiled And steal whatever girl, cleverer than the man she foiled Brandy, spoiled in the rambling banshee That's me but at this point I can't seek pee, speak or see Can't see me behind Vietnamese trees I'm Charlie to the mic checkers, you know my sector is The space that the crowd spectates in the vector So meet the hecklers Or see my man Zeroh, he can jump you like checkers The next to be perplexed is the crowd Aroused by my browsing, renowned by my housing Hounding by some clouds when I'm drowsing Off, got emcees coughing in the cloth, losing fingers Looking like a three-toed sloth, who's the weaker Peer, stare behind boozing singers To appeal to the pool in the master plan's beaker [Zeroh] This malicious minimalist mistook your book for limitless And overcompensated the fire required to negate it Is this ??? bliss and our destiny to hate it If so I prefer to face the fear and fooled in faith to jade it Plain text edits stay elated for forever-ness Sever heads with clever stress expressed of a papyrus Tapping the ass of an atlas, going places ass-backwards and mapless Synap-analysis rap you can't grasp this Without a tagline Fucking, fucking fools, puppets Play dead, go to sleep, forever