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Corn Maze
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Malibu Ken
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I'm the world weekly news Batchild Beelining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile For every ghost climbing out the flat file Every gaffe, every lone spaz in the snack aisle Cracked out, don’t touch that dial ever These trap doors forecast quagmire weather But it's worth it, from cobras out to kiss him on the cheek To snatching victory from out the jaws of imminent defeat The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze I don't have a horse in your war games I don’t even really like horses I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits Electric fence and pets that tend to pretty much ignore us We headb*** in the mornings then report to separate corners Criminy, ya killin' me Smalls, the fist balls up I pull my hood down, I got some walls up Walls up I keep my coat on I got some walls up Chips down, walls up I cut the lights off Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat Puke blood, hit the shower, turn to Malibu Ken While you were asking all your lackeys, "Are we jackals or men?" I've been the sorcery authorities should catch if they can Mostly a master of none, come try the coffee, it's burnt He type a chapter, it sucks, top of the moth-eaten world Pick a one-horse town, four horsemen got his number I feed each one the others camouflaged in Fluffernutters The million-dollar free jazz-speak in a secret garden Some people think it's freakish, but they can't deny the harvest It's funny when they're later made To celebrate the sh*t they said was garbage It only show the city who the mark is Are we Donatello’s David or delicate Frozen Charlottes? Even Davids know, in art, there often will be no catharsis The voices in my head still talk tough I go to bed stoned, I got some walls up Walls up I keep my coat on I got some walls up Chips down, walls up I cut the lights off In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbits Young, dumb dust-bunnies jump into traffic Casually gussied up and done feeling unsung and savage Punk, we have come for your cabbage I’m bad news, travel like a rat through your cabinet Spaz, twenty paw-pads full of scabs Off in a false ad, fall plaid, all dander Blast off, black jackdaws on his antlers Zero faithers, wearily fear his neighbors Someday we'll find a way to make these billionaires obey us Someday we’ll earn a subdivision gaudier than reprobates Who sit around depressed and guess the order of the Tetris rain With biblical misreckoning, son of surly Satan torn asunder Private number, public urination We socialize with pundits who encompa** all the wrong stuff I count the bread quick, I got some walls up Walls up I keep my coat on I got some walls up Chips down, walls up I cut the lights off
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