Suicide Big Gulp Malibu Ken

[Verse 1]
"A" is like a different type of animal
No brick road, no zip code Xanadu
Family, his and-what-army party in the panic room
Before he meet the man he feed his hands into the scramble suit
Glam channels wake up in a fantasy dismantled
We're championing vandals over Andy with the Campbell's
He the cold-hearted old guard, Holy Ghost crowbar
The postcards only know Crayola, no Rose Art
Ill communication aside
I'll kick a train off a bridge, I'll smack a plane out the sky
I'll throw a car into the ocean, no one waving goodbye
Place bets, eight heads and the radio flyin'
The kid Tobacco is a face in the fire on the fucking mountain
The bass is like a struggle of defiance
Love and power for Bettys and headhunters
Techies and chess-clubbers
All I do is eat bread and check suckers

[Verse 2]
Nobody safe, chump, black plague, railguns
Cache of your rat snakes coiled up in the bass drum
Dug graves with over-the-hill skate punks
Failures and flakes in the brain trust, pay up, ayy
My Bugs Bunny tunnel-out is perfect
Don't be there when we bubble to the surface, usurpers
I pay the rent in pennies and ride off into the ether
On a donkey painted like a zebra, take me to your leader
Detox, re-tox, see how he seesaws
Mistletoe a misanthrope, stick-and-poke sea dogs
You can't imagine all the misery we leap frog
I make rap, I ain't a motherfuckin' peacock
Death raft floating out to sea
Under a single flaming arrow down to overcook the meat
And if a silhouetted man is seen emerging from the flames
You should probably treat him different even if he look the same
He isn't