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."