Jimmy Crack Corn & I Don't Care...

[Mr. J]

I pity the fool get rid of the jewels no admittance for you...
nitpicking the rules, stuck in the middle, riddled with clues
a symbol of truth that fiddles on cue & gets snickers from you
I'm addicted to juice whistling the tool when I'm kicking it cool...
digging up proof, hitting approve, I'm as nimble as youth...
twisting a shoe & getting the roof to come down...did di da doo...
a pick ax, a jew, the syntax of kung fu & other ridiculous moves
the jersey shore, unworthy whores & a suntan as vicious as you...
let it waddle by as I comment 'hi' I'm a jumble into a crossword
walking on a crosswalk with a saucer beaming me to Austria
G'day mate, another shrimp on the Bar B, in a Barbie world...
consuming my agua singing La Bamba looking at Barbie girls...
I'm a cold, a callus, a sore throat on the voice of your conscience
the rubix cube of martians unlocking the code to the apocalypse
obnoxious because the box is in the apartment of concoctions
a body taken over by toxins, hazes of overexposed hyperbole cockpits
black holes are lethargic swallowing pride mixed up in hypnosis
atrocious aftertaste effecting my eventual dignified delirious diagnosis
what....?