Road Atlas

Expanding time man I'm needle whistled breeze at cactus edge

Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead

Hence this pen is atlas

Backing this ball of madness

Cracked and dead

Set in math and headin fast

To crash this anti-accident

With heads and monster markers

Dueling friends and Brutus' secrets

Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness

Let's move to move to the peaks of mars

Ain't seen the ocean's deep yet

Sing the pros and cons of congress

We're the only beast that regressed

With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh

And drool before this crippled pope

And droolin speech it's greed fest

These thugs need to think hard

Scarred murderers with weak hearts

And stars sellin souls for dough

Misleadin folks like we god

There's an ethos

Learn to read think seek the release of enoch

Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought

Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo

And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho

Can't wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo

But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel

With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles

Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya

Cause on this rip death's an angel

Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls

Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home

It's simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables

Whispering winter upon it's finger tips just to skin this maple

I sing of that harvest

I sing of that breeze

And stingin footprints and fingernails

And deep inhale this sleep

I must admit though

When it flips snow

Rain or hail I tweek

It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it's me

I sing of that harvest

I sing of that breeze

And stinging footprints and fingernails

And deep inhale this sleep

I must admit though

When it flips snow

Rain or hail I tweek

It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it's me

I seen it all the saw sings

The carpenter's not real

I led my teeth along your long desert

And measured what I can steal

Saw nothing of worth

Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped

Stainless orphan he said

I'm the dust this table must be my name

Stained glass hand grooves in the handle

Man I seen it all I mean it