AHEM! There's SAND on my boots!

[Mr. J]

Under new management, the slaves of Maximus
the muses don't matter it's the use of the canvas'
paint the town red and use the entrails as banisters
no time for useless mannerisms, choose to battle us...
send a bouquet and make sure that it's a day late
give us reason to vacate the day care you take your play dates
spit on the scriptures & drown out the mice...
it's a celebration, time to take the town out tonight
I share the same ettiquite & train with veterans
raised out of a different page in the age of excellance
aided neglecence to the heavens & set flame to a Pegasus
take that with your high horse...
I only speak to myself because confidence is a divine source
tear down everything else & leave the signs torched
& with each line forced...I leave it all on the dark side
playing roulette at 12 Parsecs you sucka's cannot hide..