Pat a cake, pat a cake, Im winning in argyle
sinning with a smile while spinning in the aisle
Im picking up styles from the linen of a child
can I fit in? try to but I think innocence is vile
the mission of the wild is to over-exaggerate
let the soldier marinate & unfold the battered cake
the manager ate his fair share then kissed fair thee well
& that airy smell that lingers left me wary...hell...
if we are sharing cells you better be sharing well.
get the bucket & fuck it jack, in your errors fell...
a selfish smell that hits you like the soiled clothes
a well oiled soul will be renewed once boiled slow.
what a joyous role we all partake in for royal notes
I stain the glass looking more like a pain in the ass
displaying a act of brevity when Im inane in fact
or innate to that or is it just insane to state the fact?
Im brazen, blazin raps while you search for table scraps
bunny ears to the cable...what a way to act...
did you see that? get that mufucker to change it back
put it in the adjacent jack & lets watch with an angled slant
........
__________________
.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
|