Pay The Man

[Verse] Ding dong, king of all things wrong Swinging through the jungle gym, something else’s skin on Melted butter, king prawn, drinking from the dog’s bowl Doobie at the dog park, ninja at the log roll Rowlf on keys, house on a haunted hill Go a couple rounds in the ball pit Trawling where the map is black, attracted to the lawlessness Back and forth and forth and back, I’m tracking y'all marauders in Black flag flier, rag tag attire, snack bag Cat dad, stay away from crack and all that jazz Hair like crabgrass, spine made of butter Got my nose from my mother, my eyes change colors The energy that cannot be contained by paint by numbers Cannot be restrained with basic nails and lumber I get the shutters shaking, the fun is taking power from the nobles And returning home, to share with other powerball hopefuls I’m on the front porch about-facing bannermen Manners of the mad as hell who also takes animals in Dirty birds, bad dogs, trash cats, lab chimps Hanging trespassers by the ankles, thanks, management Inventor of the artificial rose Squirting water from the pocket up the party-goers nose Fly inside a ice cube, disappearing pen ink Cobras in the mixed nuts, “this guy’s thought of everything” There’s more of everything, well, there’s less rescuing Everything else in abundance, get you a second comeuppance All at the press of a button, something to quell the gumption Y’all headed for self-destruction, end of discussion Get well, or welcome to utterly unwelcome The Norman Rockwell that went Orwellian in seconds Now the normals need a network of lenses with motion sensors And hold they camera phones like loaded weapons, oh heavens Out here where it’s out there My head up in the clouds, how's the weather down there? Foul air filtered through a crew neck pulled up Thousandaires hanging out a full length school bus On a full tank, fools like, “Who the fuck?” me the fuck People throwing TVs, others speak in tongues, freaky stuff Apricot foot peel booties on Oatmeal hair mask, breakfast-scented moonwalk Oatmeal Air Max, float across the catwalk in rare form Pageant wave mistaken for a bear attack Leaving tacks on the chair and floor So there’s that I could throw a playing card that land between your praying hands Matter fact open up, holy fuck, "Pay the man."