Tetra

Don't fool with his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack

Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache

Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill

Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill

Make or buy point-op arcade punk (?)

Talkin’ arcane science, dark age pull (?)

Four eyes card face, bark Aes iron on (?)

Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone

No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage

Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day

And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor

Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score

Zilch, cowabunga homies call me “press ignore”

Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil

Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors

That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers

And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken

For the footage, I’m off cam dynamite fishin’

For diamondback rattles in his holy grail

Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal

3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock

Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumra

Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh (?)

Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetrafish

Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore

Before we are the severed heads of civil war

And basing(?) radio ricochet off the silver foil

Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil

Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks

I know, this is why we can’t have nice things

I prefer to skip the pleasantries

Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy

No ****

Oh and don’t fool with his cool

Ma, can we get a pool?

… Is that a no?

[Aesop Rock]

Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces

Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses

Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping

Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping

Slow Mozart, no I’ve never heard a knocking

Might’ve burst in on it, splits or skin popping(?)

Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day

Locate and aim for the token propane tank

Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair

To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear

It spun a human resources issue to public affair

Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear

And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling (?)

The wonder twins are ********

Armchair hater, I wouldn’t piss on your coffin

But when I see your picture I draw ****s on it

The ozone breakaway tux

Holds chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts

Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google eyes

Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize

You are now rockin’ with the worst

Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems

Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees

Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds

Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past

He from a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp

And he don’t get out much but when he do it’s beetlemania

Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius

Too charitable, offerin’ the average joe some real estate

Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope

Cozy in a moment of bliss

Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge

No ****