One two, one two You can get served, you house guest Right in a suburban outlet And you can get the service so soon Cool, I'm the urban Goldblum Go through the merchandise line in the showroom I show no regard for the lines in the coloring books Survived Apocalypse Now, so now I know how to cook I'll trade a babbling bro for a bubbling brook Imagine me, nothing but trouble, never color me shook Outline of a deep mob, chalky taste or otherwise Acid indigestion raise the question of the other wife Double double suicide, In 'n' Out delivers More than one of everything, except my fucking liver That shit got me turned inward, I'm hurt, injured I learned with Big Bird, and burnt to a cinder I accidentally clicked til it's served(?) in Pittsburgh I'm twisted like the signs the Bloods and the Crips learn I prefer daisy chains to circle jerks, centipedes to silverfish Stole a ticket to a sinking ship, then Irish exit The French model paradigm, the draw you in's a misquote Iceburg was the tip, I sketched the pic inside my Death Note All my thoughts stacked atop all my prayers V.O.D. is in the house, so my G-O-D (danger!) Smoking hay in the barn with a bunch o' naysayers I say let them eat the cake, but I hope they hate the flavor Yo, Ursa Major, beat works circuit breakers Thirsty savior, outburst worse behavior Fifth dimension, jump quick then relented Mind your business, stiff kicks split the difference Meeting people takes a toll, I be droll or humdrum I hate where you live, I don't mind where you come from I fumble when I answer, feel like a dumb dumb A turkey or crumb bum, what a quirky conundrum The final song's to answering the self-addressing envelope Postage to the ever living, everything beyond the scope Of interlocking, overlapping pattern driven color would be played Tighten up your headspace, braids