Breakfast Time

Some time prior to inserting the pump

Into the God we have

We delayed our Dad

In spaces acquired by counting rings on a stump

The God we have is goddamn mad

Raking leaves in an air compressor

There's not much room for wooden dresser

Lost my keys

Black professor

Grappling hook for white aggressor

It's breakfast time

Try to wear your breakfast clothes

Or make a rope kit tied on your breakfast door

Could I mow down these 62 sidewalk crows?

Made trades with the cats on tap

Got a lung drunk punch luck tight shut litmus test

Drum son I'm on the gun for you

Smoke weed called Christmas Glue

Sittin' in a pew

The God we should've had

The worthy seething mad

But we don't

We don't love you anymore

The God we shouldve had

Beneath the wreath it's sad

That we don't

We don't love you anymore

So filling plastic turbine

Spinning coarse incessant beads

Read a lot of shops

We're too late to drop their lead map warranties

Make par and a battered moan

A rock, a stone, a layered loan

In place of a parlor cone

Makes a greed like cancer aire to the throne

Skin graft machine linch

Make par and a battered moan

(nonsense jibberish shit)

I'm sick of everyone

(previous line repeated in a jibberish-like matter)

Bitch, I'm a cartoon those bars won't do shit to me

(previous line repeated in a jibberish-like matter, again)

My residual bank loan spit

I cope in comatose flow

Sign closet cone sanctioned bond

Man you're broke thats dope

A racket lawn calloused perennial talking bar tab switcher

Monsoon parlor taxidermist regal soft as fuck t-shirt

Soft as fuck t-shirt