Thursday, March 5, 2009

typewriter prologue

brrrrrrrr-ching! yo check the syntax son you windbags get skin tags from inaction
I ctrl alt delete you, beseech you to escape the state that awaits
I'll make it worth your wait don't curse your fate
I im-personate a reverend-sinnerman and bandit yo
man shit i got that sanskrit flow
If I take 1 tenth of whats in my heart percolatin
itll give me the strength to get your blood cells circulating
cuz i'm right to left with a microphone check
cyclone inspector here catch more than wreck 
i bus' moves like chubby checker on a double deckededeckekeke
i'm medicated dedicated no longer ampheticated
and throw sno cones likes yoko ono - jo kope's pro bono, 
and phono when I graph it, graphic and slapstick 
with "asterisks!" never subtle when i muddle through a typed rebuttal
and scuttle left to right before kleig lights get too bright 
brrrrrr-ching!

 


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