They call me wacky doodle walking with a pack of noodles
I like to stack my strudels as the break into a splash of voodoo
Snatching snacks & youthful elixirs that help patch my loose screw
No one moves like my shoes do straight out of their own goof troop
I stand 7 meters with my jeans that stash 7 heaters
It’s been several leap years before I get beat here
The methodical chronicles of living life diabolical
My monocle couldn’t help my optical take a shot at you
Clean cut king stuff with assassination on my dream bud
If you bring up any obscene trust you can get the kings club…
I bash the skull of the bastards null to my enraptured dull
What…I don’t give a rats shoelace about you or your views mayne
Im a cuticle away from what a rubix cube will do to you
Im a fool its true but don’t act like this is any new to you
It takes a ticking time bomb to really try and tick my mind off
Take a dip in my thoughts & drown under the eclipse I brought
Let the water rush & whisk you away to where 2 out of every 2 find God
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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