they dont want cyclones on their foreheads
forcefed lead on their doorsteps
dead that
suck a pencil pop
get your bobble bopped daily
mr. stay dri-fitted
isn't interested in dim wits
infinite with difficulty
miss me with the limericks
get your fancy tickled
if you fancy fierce lyrics
they're just fillin' space
killin' taste
commonplace in this day and age
malaise
just airwaves wasted
while i embrace pace
hiding in a spaceage cave
with my agenda clear
and moves made
to retain brain safety
maybe i'm just crazy
like a hyena
juggle a handful of detached retinas
fill eye sockets with madballs
and abscond to milpitas
i'm a tetrahydrodactyl
climb vertical walls
with no hands
devise surprise tactical
while giving finger sign commands
the answer with no questions
just a list of demands
let the listeners determine
under certain circumstance
pursue the power vested
and distribute as suggested
a purpose and a plan
lay the groundwork for success
imma further my endeavors
by being better than my best