I get high like toad vemon's a joke
licking the sweat off my own body
is a half tab away from a gooping out
in the empty streets kind of dose
heavy heat but not haughty
I slip into a hole like dude I need a rope
sharp tongued but not haunted
soft hands like I'm the doctor
not bothered enough to look
at the size of the dose
I just shot needle poke into your arm I switch your
intravenous with mine grin in time with the harm
cuz the cleanest is the fullest harvest fuck the farm
fuck the hick-a-daisy daughter fuck the mother
hell you can fuck the farmer if that whatcha into
really it don't matter cuz I crop the cream onto platter
I said a horn of plenty / not many / so that sad face
that you keep making just keeps on looking sadder
yea I burn what's left to the ground just to spite you
matchstick nothingness ash whispers from the cinders
I fly away on a magic golden winged jacob's ladder
with a v.i.p. toting shorty who claims her name is vishnu
now you ain't looking so sad / just pissed off and bitter
wait wasn't vishnu a dude? whatever
I suppose I could ask her later
when she's bringing me breakfast in bed
coffee and a cigarette and a little bit of head
I ask her to bring me the morning paper
that I ain't even gonna read I just like to see
her reach down / and bend over
if that ass were a pulled taut bedspread
I swear I could four foot bounce a quarter
catch it between my teeth
maybe I use it to call her mother
but I think wait a minute
where am I spending my time?
phone held 'til I drop it
pocket that nickel deus a dime
rub 'em 'til they shine
not a loosey that I'm taking
cuz me I got mine
visualize a sack full of 'em
not a fear to a billion of 'em
filling every crevice with 'em
the space between
the front of my teeth
and the back of my grill
is stuffed rich with 'em
first comes the rhymes
follow with the prosperity I manifest
motherfucker I materialize
check the emeralds that are growing out my chest
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