Swan Soup

Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes
The patient unlisted bit my lip sir
Basing the feeling off weed, Go!
But my Achilles is a shortly written poem
Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose
Scraping my bristle missile, Go!
My cost is cheap
My words are deep
Cutting right through your soul
It’s sad to see the lights burn out
It’s sad to see the lights burn out
It’s sad to see you run away
My words unchanged
Another sucker punch
You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch
You wanna know the truth?
I eat alotta soup
What’s it like to punch a drum
So belong and hold it tightly son
You wanna know the truth?
I eat alotta soup
Oh, no
Such slow stoic teeth of mine
Box him in, Uncle Leo is between your thighs
Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots 'n pans
No time to rush him, delete my deleted land
Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me
Who proves to believe in me
Yo who proves to believe without me
Don’t believe that you’re with me, just to believe
Just to and just to and just to and just to believe
Blow up your lungs
Let your mouth fill with water
Still hang on my every word
Because I promise I’m coming back
I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot
Your handles worse than Chris A. when he’s high on pot
You’re like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer
KG might say that you have cancer
Blow up your lungs
Let your mouth fill with water
Still hang on my every word
Because I promise I’m coming back
Blow up your lungs
Let your mouth fill with water
Still hang on my every word
Because I promise it’s gonna be your last