Artist: Hail Mary Mallon
Album: Are You Gonna Eat That?
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
bucket seater theatre sucks, I duck and weave,
riddle of the pixelated ticker taking prisoners and a number please,
name and occupation: Aes I twiddle thumbs with underlings,
orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs,
barrel in escorted by a chorus line of bed bugs,
low-tech dreck from his neck of the cement woods,
we come in pieces, under siege and unwilling,
kicking and screaming, creatures summoned to the feet of the city
as the parking ticketed guilty, Beetlejuice in the waiting room,
ogling this bird who put the double D in day of doom,
personal space invader deus pay-to-play-to-lose
and you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf, live!
teller number 7 looking weathered,
like a decade in glass box yelling shook her feathers,
utter "unto thee I surrender mine flesh"
she said "put the yellow sticker on your fender, next..."
Gotta fly in the morning better pack a potato
raging bull Mack truck leather bag and a rain coat,
curse of the slain goat feather ticket in late row
double jack drink 6 minutes to gate close,
excuse me Dougie Fresh I’m lost.
part bad rabble the raffles the rest off,
dollar down Noah that goes to the great flood
with a Styrofoam finger making it rain ones,
take down bank job taking a blank check in,
pine bluff slim Jim, Jameson, John Lennon,
uncle Bobby blasted in back of the wrong wedding,
cause I came for the food but I stayed for prom dresses,
1 block cabby, "its gonna be $6.80"
no shit your tip is go hunting with Dick Cheney,
slow to let the dogs out quicker to finish Halo,
that all black tints and pimpin' the Winnebago.
the stray cat, dirty finger nail rap scurry
from the slash-proof straps of his crail tapped gurney,
awe struck, cough guap over scaled back mercy,
and blast off, casting aspersions overtly,
parry absurd curfew, eager to go invisible,
sunday drive disfigured and growing tentacles,
root down to the brackish water
in a speed trap pro de-masking marauders
post office locked like its jail time is setup,
day labor dimes with the climate of club fed up,
walking with a panther chilling with a house cat
til someone patents building a better mouse trap,
out back steaking his claim to deep mining,
bribed by the sheriff with tariffs that keep climbing
blinded by the light of the 5 train to dyer,
hook line and sinker? horse main and sire.
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