They ask me what I do and whom I do
It for. No matter? Love it, I don't care.
Just chill it, Vince, I'll start a scene or two.
Awaits to eat corset clichés like air
A long blonde sword on yellow motorbikes,
Like fascist Cory's forced beg for his ascent,
Commends his chalice with your thumb-less likes
Of pretty fools, the best of Eve's descent.
Dare I? I dare disturb the universe
And make the atmosphere my standing wave.
Till I collapse, bait to the rabble's curse,
I bare my frequency to every nave.
And Imma pick the world from its vase,
And drop it meaningless, Vic, like a bass.