Yafet's song

[Verse 1] Slept in the car park And got lost in my head playing guitar parts For rap, I talk with the dead It's hard not to sweat with this chain mail tunic on You try and judge 2 Chainz but the proper rubric is gone You're a smart guy You consult The Needle Drop archive To download the entirety of its contents to your hard drive This is a far cry from Fargo Beware of the narcos and sharks bro Never trust a smile like Pat Sajaks I swear to gonads I heard Rob say that This rap shit could be easier with a cosign from Plain Pat I could play bongos with a straight jacket In my mind be eating Mongos with a wet nap' Death is where we all go It can't be that bad [Chorus] The image is a prison of the soul Heredity and education have been exposed Vices and aspirations have been disposed I just thought you'd like to know [Verse 2] With a pretty girl and I'm drinking kombucha I'm a loser feeling lucid than I've felt in a while A hellish smile and a devilish grin On Facebook getting updates several kin That I pray to god I'd never have to see again Auf Wiedersehen I'm Peter Pane Picking posies Licking Rosie O'Donnell up in her eyelids I'm Pontius Pilate A pompous pilot wears no helmet when he gives the sky a kiss I can see Isis so clearly in my iris Beckoning oblivion with a tight fist That's my little sis, ya [Bridge x2] Every thing I've ever loved will crumble into dust Until that day I will stay humble as a slug [Chorus]