[Mr. J]

Unorthodox...short fused so I can't afford a clock
too much red tape now, so I don't support the box
the return of the king, literally tokin' in Mordors crops
sorta.. sword in rock, fine cut, round table shortage, nah..
Pay the mortgage off, I house you kids & out the ribs
so when I say you a bitch.. you a bitch 'bout the dick
money mounds don't amount to shit, sounds ridic..
hysterical the way you rake in bad vibes. clown ya kicks
'cause when I see something new..I feel like Sideshow Bob 'bout to flip
making my lip quiver with a sagittarius bow & arrow
killing stars, brightening your future like Gambit throwing tarots..
holding a club, grudges, a temperament as bold as marrow's
I suppose I'm feral, domesticated descendance
come & catch the heat from a ventilated sentence
medicated presence, sounding like an educated freshmen
making you prey, war of words on a regulated penance
gone off the deep end...but not far gone..
If you're reading this it's too late..Jolly Farms on...

asswipe..