Barkpench

Hello, hi

Sighs bellow like mellow cries out to yellow pie

Fry as the fellows skinned from summer skies

Its hot as Haiti, 80-plus ladies expose they busts

Wouldn't phase me but of late it's been my fate to lust

My love is lazy for crazy, just don't know who to trust

I'm still a baby, a bearded boy and sex is a fucking toy but

Its not a game a lot of shame comes with pride and joy

If you's the lane, who makes it rain with no Chips Ahoy

I'm not a fan of fame but I may fucking try to concoct a plan

To gain change playing the public eye with flame arrangements

Bass bang black bangs dangle all over strange texts break necks

The way the sample swing

While thought roars scale bars like parkour

Respect it hardcore Wachowski-directed effects but

Far more complex than vexed X-Men

I’m Phoenix reborn in man, intellect flexing

Cyclops, my third eye watch, through laser specs

Bend time, space, with wise grace, most high perfection

I tested the best in show, kung-fu flow finesse I'll best the foe

With two Dex to your chest technique

The black king post Gambit's glow doing it

"The power is yours!" Captain Planet prose we spit it

Polluting looters thanks to my mercy you get acquitted

No, no shit's timid I'm committed to courage stuck

Cause if I kick the bucket, fuck it, I don't want my life to suck

You self-destructive fucks need to learn to give

Can I live?

My worth can be far beyond what you assume

I don't tell all my business, I am not a buffoon (haha)

What an ignor-animus thinking I'm a maroon

Yo? So what if I love cannabis jackass, it's half-past noon

Watch me frolic in fields of grass with the hippie kids

Repping daisy cut a gang no shame shit we trippy, mane

This ginger carrot juice in my sippy cup pinky ring blinging

With the shiny bill of health guru yogi frame

Popular like, uh, what's his name? I forget

He kamikaze hotties with G6s to get it wet

Now I'm saying crude shit, it's funny right?

But buy it, bitch, cause money's tight and I ain't rich

I'm really nice! But I can switch (whoa)

That's my artist swag aspiring philanthropist

With no regards for social norms straight pissin' in your lobster bisque

Call it a selfless act I know nothing of greed

Why advertising got you buying crap that you don't need (it's true)

Don't test me, nigga Tyler Durden kill your every man and

Tap into your animal aiming with an unsteady hand

And hella nitroglycerin listening to system of a down

Hating every fleshy water-based clown

On this godforsaken sinner's satelite

And if you had the slightest bit of sense you'd curl up in a ball

And die for Gaia's innocence

Sinister guardian demigod ministered his spirit

Rhyming literature to kill off all social inhibitors (that's a relief)

Hug a stranger fucking tell 'em that you love 'em

Creep 'em out make 'em feel like they're in danger

Then give 'em all your money plus the shirt that's on your back

An ounce of weed, your car keys, and a couple thirty packs (yeah)

Text a smiley face to the new iPhone that you bought 'em

All them demons will surely hit the road

And all them silly questions that you harbor will be answered

Cause you sought them and you won't regret a second when you're old

Trill