Amateur Juggling

Now (Hold that)

(And that)

(And that)

(And that)

(And that)

(Gimmie that back)

Now, Now, Now, Now, Now…

I don’t think they ready for a decent metaphor

To desynch metamorphous into a prehistoric beast (Here catch)

With Abelisaurus teeth at least three enormous feet in (Think Fast)

Breach diameter (Recap)

Beast-in

Like a Manticore half man Centaur fish-formed featured (Hold that)

Split horned creature (Throw it back)

Featured in a vintage theater with no screens or (Hold that)

Seats for shows that don’t keep dope acts booked (Let me get that)

Or on tap (Again)

Or on staff (Once more)

Or on deck (Look)

Catalogs scare me as of late

Cause songs should vary

But cats don’t innovate

So rats go in the gate

And smash on your cheese like it’s Tom and Jerry

Pre 1958

Yeah, that’s dope

Yeah, that’s tight

Yeah, that’s fly

Yeah, that’s hyph

Yeah, that’s crunk

Yeah, that’s right

But, can you juggle with no hands?

Can you juggle with no hands?

Let me tell it to you awfully thug

I’ll melt your ego down into a liquid

Then sip it through a coffee mug

Ice cold winter time

Or Eyes Closed

Semi-visored

On my toes

‘Til I’m gold

Like Kimmie Meissner

Your crew’s full of bitches

Like a lesbian hideaway

I’ll disregard your lyrics

Like pedestrian right of way

You fire

I lit it

Sparked it and spit it

Set the roof on fire

To fight fire with it

Show’s over

Blowed’s closed

Or blowed and blown over

It’s dry logic

Wet it

It’s a live socket

Got bitches in nylon teddies

In line and ready

To tie my shoe

When it’s tied already

Blaze’em

Now my name’s on her yacht

Where’s the L.A. Underground

Ew, it’s everywhere

Catch you outside of Pottery Barn

And do you bodily harm

But, can you juggle with no hands?