EGO B.O. For odor and wetness don’t use no protection I see bananas everywhere my altar confession Might alter your perception - all nighters end in questions All writers can admit to falsifying in their friendships It’s endless, this corn-maze - consuming all my sorbet Write confusing thesis just so happens to be my forte Moodier than Coltrane on cold trains without a sax Abusing my adult brain on sulk days I’m falling back Talking whack never a plan in the calendar Este gaining fans from the way his ballads stir Malice hurts those that hold it - I’m too cursed to know it Dudes flirt well it’s bogus - I barely even notice when a girl is interested unless she clearly eye fucking I wanna spend a year writing public eye ducking Bucket list full of something that would stump Will Hunting Catch me with these Fergie tracks gladly still bumping Compass gifted from the always kind to me cosmos Este gilded even when he has to shit in condos Compost littered with bars that’s better than yours None of them been rotting so your dick has more sores No score given to your out of fashion way of living I’ll pave my path to stardom with the Buddhist tenets Room is frigid - so we have to cuddle even closer She said I sounded more befuddled when I’m sober She said I sounded more befuddled when I’m sober She said I sounded more befuddled when I’m sober

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF MY LOVE LIFE Close encounters of my love life Super 8 my thumb swipes I need to terminate my matrix with a burned light I’m braindead have no framed bed - eating stained bread Staring at my peeling ceiling feeling hella vacant Telephone ranging - I pray that it my ex-boo Hate to say it but the latest is we having sex dude Red, blue toenails that’s new oh hell Oh well who said concluding made a good tale? Anyways I answer call - brother wants to practice ball Meet him at the tennis courts a little after dark So we volley back and forth catching up on all our sores Without the slightest notion what the night would have in store All of a sudden he starts jumping buzzing that the sky’s torn And I look up my eyes close - a UFO that blinds folks Roaring with the force of category 5 cyclone My brother ain’t a fighter so he flights real quick Leaving me alone with aliens I’m like “Oh shit!” The aircraft lands - it descends ramp A little blue dude asks to shake my hand Close encounters of my love life Super 8 my thumb swipes I need to terminate my matrix with a burned light The ET of stringing along on our feelings I wake up butt-naked my head had been aching This nonnative race made me weigh in on dating Claimed women weren’t fertile and all the men virgins They watched Hitch with Will Smith repeatedly jerking So I gave ‘em my history - messy ex misery Petty but deadly dynamics they hissed at me Disciplines needed to close up your loose ends This is the one rule the cosmos need glued in Whodini her ass or we will move fast Take her to the place where the universe contracts Oh snap I bellowed - knees cracked then jello I jumped out the ship still above my ghetto Collapsed in a bush took a bus to her place Knocked the door down in the horniest of haze If this the last time then I wanna try ass stuff Her and ET were already in the bathtub! Close encounters of my love life Super 8 my thumb swipes I need to terminate my matrix with a burned light The ET of stringing along on our feelings

ODE TO THE BLINKING ANT The terminal patient in a vertigo stasis No amount of basil grounds this bunny-eared vagrant Face it - a lifetime of fucked life-force A being flung into the vortex of a rhymesort His nose is running but it’s bleeding brown The secret bandit leaks out And juggles E-Clout mixed with cheap doubts He heads for south on east bound Gripes for years dripping in the sinkhole of a thinking man Now he ponders all his memories as a blinking ant Prefers his tap water smell yanks his television dead Often finds himself blindfolded at the cineplex He implodes so picturesque Makes a cane from the sticks of a withered nest He looks good in a wizards dress Roams his territory with the pretense of a paranormal Road is rugged but he’s strolling with a pair of journals This life is just rehearsal Mourns a closed portal now the orbs are streetlights Stems all his psychic energy from plates of steamed rice Dazed in dreamtime Wakes up in the morning asking why his teeth grind He plays his off-key banjo in his bahn-mi stained bathrobe Figures he ain’t grounded but at least he can float

PABRO NERUBRUH I’m the maestro of nonsense, gonna microdose often Gonna dance on tightropes to prove i can hold office There’s mold growing on my carpet And someone moved my window from the last time i saw it I swear to cock sean paul is a walrus And i once saw my own iphone do a wallflip I’m a skidmark imma skip rocks Imma intercept your fan letter to slipknot enroute Dimension jumping with a wristwatch With the help from stiff scotch now watch the temp drop to zero Im a face tat on the cock and vin diesel My humans shipwrecked Im mucus turned in for a piss test Spitting till i git’ strep i’ve met a jewish princess Cutie wrote a letter now i’m in debt to impress But she has more bars than i can ever possess I’m a broken condom too polite to be a problem Garnering fans up from Scappoose to Harlem Polishing my diligence inspiring bewilderment my billionth coffee sip just dropped a trillion tweets on top of it I’m Pabro neurbra I’m tacos with kombucha In lieu of my creativity Who don’t approve of Composing gritty prose cause the penmanship fits tight Dropping video’s and watch the city’s egos fistfight Look like a cross between an eagle and a gimp right Have written ten times the rhymes that your crew gets by on Throw your ipod on the sidewalk my talent is a timebomb Juices from the python It’s the juices from the python The multi headed cyclops Keep it rolling on these tryhards Keep it rolling on these tryhards

TONGUE-TIED TESTES This is a product of being bored and privileged I’ve been fucking my life up so I can restitch it In my season of pit I licked my wounds blood popsicle I wanna microwave my testicles if that’s possible I’m on a roll with this awkward growth As I bitch and moan through infinity’s bowl Yeah my divinity shows with every toaster strudel toilet load The tin foil water bong pre-amnesiac chode The grossest napkin over page guy When it comes to venting this castraged rage Why am I the chosen metaphor for every OkCupid date gone awry Why why why why?!? I am not impressive I am simply inflated I’ve been slipping in a sauna sent to shake up my bases Shame is where my name sits when contemplating fibs told The games that I have played before is really really dismal Having dinner with my psyche and it won’t pass the ketchup I’m the aftermath of a masterpieces plans fucked I’m the aftermath of a masterpieces plans fucked

DR. REVEL & MR. SPINE(LESS) Fuck all this bullshit! I’m trying to be the coolest! Disregard that all my passions seem to be so rootless! Fuck all this bullshit! I like to be this fruitless! Let me throw a tantrum in a bathtub of my sewage! In a bathtub of my sewage Where I prove I’m really stupid My permanent scowl takes the squirrliest of gambles Currently on course to choke on curry and cantaloupe And I can’t freestyle But I can do a mean moonwalk in a grocery aisle As long as it’s clean though I’m fumbling the same problems that plague sequels The 23 year old has been Wrestling my tendencies to treat my life as a slapstick I’m not happy I’m manic Tweaking off some bad acid in my unthreading hammock Dummy buys a canvas shit stains a self-portrait Sold it for a zilchilion then pillow-talked my orifice This is me going corporate My rap friends toured without me I’mma use the time to get better at drowning! Fuck all my bullshit! I’m trying to do some cool shit! Skip the part of me that only wants to be useless! Fuck all my bullshit! The mirror looks so ghoulish! I gotta do what buddhists do in order to be fluid! In order to be fluid man’s you gotta be rooted In order to be rooted dude you gotta spit proofless You gotta spit proofless The agile acrobat still smiles after damp rags Apt to glide through trials half-blind like a batman And I can’t rewind But I can learn the stretchiest yoga on my free time It doesn’t have to be the cobra But I’m especially deadly with it since I quit soda The 2pac of fruitful thoughts Dueling with my entropy - bought zucchini for this broth Watch me demonstrate mindfulness Stay on top recycling dropping any bias I have towards your vinyl picks Cause music taste is too subjective I go to therapy so I’m not so deceptive! Fuck all this bullshit! I’m trying to be the coolest! Fuck all my bullshit! The mirror looks so ghoulish! I gotta do what buddhists do in order to be fluid! Fuck all this bullshit! I’m trying to be the coolest! Disregard that all my passions seem to be so rootless! Fuck all this bullshit! I like to be this fruitless! Let me throw a tantrum in a bathtub of my sewage! In a bathtub of my sewage Where I prove I’m really stupid In order to be fluid means you gotta be rooted in order to be rooted Dude you gotta spit proofless You gotta spit proofless You gotta spit proofless