Sake Bombs

Pick your ass up, my hammer smashes the fans of
Fungus muncher dolly fucks and twerking distractions
My fury’s been foretold in hosts of prophetic stanzas
And alas I’m a menace to the political factions
I might stab your grand larceny farce of a fickle bandwagon
I’m a gritty fighter of the enlightened last stand dragon
Save the hand-cannon blingy twisted lyrical infection
You’re dumbing down the populous with mind numbing intention
Packin on an intervention to the shadow boxed menace
Hence these ungrateful tenants beg the dregs of opulence
Lost in a desert so dry they forgot the feel of bliss
And this painful remembrance lingered as you faced your nemesis
Content while seven sisters christened monoliths
And the Tonkin catalysts continue duping stupid kids
And the proof’s mad aloof unless you loose intellect
For medusa screwed the Buddha and caboosed retrospect
We’re dropping saki bombs, I came to drain your last battalion
Impeach the cretin stallions, and sour the shallow men
Corralling the foul and corrupt bathed in the blood of kin
And feed them to the shadows they birthed in the bohemian
Here’s to stompin' out the fires of hierarchal legacy
Pleasantries fizzling lack luster squire past fancy
And entrance the last majesty of tragic pageantry
Crows killing doves, omen comes shining blatantly
Gating the mantle, caulking off the temporal fractures
Hello I’m the doctor, the one the monsters can never capture
My wake is cursed with the lost race of time lords
I lurk in the shadows of the ones that came before
Tethered mores to poor paupers with massive spirits
Cut the meat off the carnivorous and fed them tidbits
Till they had nothing but an empty cavernous existence
And blitzed the pixilated presence of the ambiguous
Hark the mysterious herald angel of effervescence
My byzantine dream of fractal utopian assimilation
Foreboding code of ethics and
Provoking semblance
As I activate every sleeping star child’s intention
We’re dropping saki bombs, I came to drain your last battalion
Impeach the cretin stallions, and sour the shallow men
Corralling the foul and corrupt bathed in the blood of kin
And feed them to the shadows they birthed in the bohemian
On the morning at dawn of the end of revelation
I’ll awake to the song of time’s magnificent patience
Foretold for generations and suppressed by Masons
Perfection bows and offers wretches salutations
Tricked by the ancient ebb and flow of time
The guardians held back as heathens sold souls for a dime
Watched them unknowingly dig their own shallow grave
Until they crumbled under the very power that they crave
And now the trap is set, all are poised to commence
To ground the rest of us and leave them pining for penance
But they’ll just die with the tenants of rotting irreverence
And writhe in the fires they set ablaze for the peasants
So as they’re sucked into the void that’s forever overcast
Always looking back, tracking the nexus of the past
That foiled their most clever and put them all on blast
The gilded matron’ll laugh and say the first shall be last
We’re dropping saki bombs, I came to drain your last battalion
Impeach the cretin stallions, and sour the shallow men
Corralling the foul and corrupt bathed in the blood of kin
And feed them to the shadows they birthed in the bohemian