[AESOP]
Outside isn't what it seem
It seem like nothing up the sleeve
Until it's something loveless digging holes to cover up with leaves
Between you and your pumpkin seeds, and powerball, and Sunkist Peach at 1 or 1:15 AM When all you want is drugs and peace
All you get is waves and waves of uninvited company
Ranger, cleric, hunter, thief
Druid, Vandal, huckster, Priest
Amateur usurpers and catechism deserters, re-tuning truffle pig noses to catalytic converters
In between the stirring creatures, I'm keen to the furthest needle drop
Before requesting stitches, it is not that type of needle dog
Dog, the truest unicorn of all is human at rest
Waltzing through some hood the future forgets
I just been cooped up in that cuckoo's nest, one phase after complaining, which depending on your frame is apathy or acclimating
Happy cutting off and jumping in and yelling someone shut the top
It isn't just some funyun run that got him on that "cut the lock", it's
Inside of the box is just another box
Inside of the box is just another box
You should probably get accustomed to the culture shock
Plot to jump behind some bushes when they cull the flock
Inside of the box is just another box
Inside of the box is just another box
You should probably get some wind up in your mutton chops
Note the general tone is get the dough, and fuck the ops
[LUPE]
Pandora has a pandora shorter sorta like a daughter
In the core of her there is more of her, each subsequent layer has an inner and an orbiter
Corridor after corridor, a never ending meta-narrative that forever cabbages
Inside of your word salad sandwiches a formal moral beef
I don't I call 'em teeth I call 'em oral coral reefs
Let 'em sink, ya still in sync the more you pry you'll find another five
Hiding inside like a denieds ride across a border, multiplys, ya strict discarder is outrunning ya inner hoarder
The more you excavate it, the more it just absorb her
Can't Art and force a Mario Cart into a Forza
Obscure ya speed limit and then record ya Porsche
Report to court more that Zsa Zsa Gabor divorce lawyer
According to my FOIA spit fire sword drank in a speakeasy wrote peace treaties in war paint!
Inside of the box is just another shoe
Inside of the sock is just another tube
You can put it on if your foot is long
If you find the lost legs of my journeys, tell 'em I'm looking for 'em
Inside of the box is just another box
Inside of the box is just another box
The general tone is what it is, is what it's not
Don't be a fool, ya luck is shot
I rigged the wheels, go gut the slots
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