Smock - Hail Mary Mallon

Verse 1

Middle fingers to the shingles and vane

Divide skies with the bringers of rain (people are strange)

Like a paranoid species on the eve of decay

Arrange some beacons in a sequence of remedial shapes

I might

Verse 2

For your medicine little pills on the drying tongue

Sold too many feeders to farmers instead of buying one

Highest rung tooth pick splintered into your sinus lung

Cue tip?

(I'm good) no, you’re just dying young

Verse 3

God when he box

Long arm outlined

Laws allocating Mallon by the alpines

Stat, jowl line choppin up his wonder years

Druther’s go forever undiscovered here (want air?)

Verse 4

For the rabbit ears at

Your rival’s house

Smoke ring roped to the wing

Of that’ll spiral down

Devil work, metal merchants, and muffler thieves

Luggage wrapped to your parts

And his heart’s in his dungarees

Over the city, under cement

Over the counter, under the lens

Over the limit, under arrest

Over the bra, under the dress

Verse 5

Down beat

These ugly ducks get their grease flock

Hand job buyers

And bikers to get their grease smock

Freak watch tigers

Guygers to get the sketch pad

Drew em' by the underlings fumbling with their guest pass

Verse 6

Out touch faith

Ye drown clutched unto thine flood gate

Peace out cupcake (sup?)

Unbelievers run your codes and bonus features

A frogger in the traffic from a lair of lotus eaters

Verse 7

New heights with the two knight armada

The callous part challenge malt two flights and charter

March a flag, parking bag

Been a bit since we struck gold

See me by the cheif while travel trust grove (want smoke?)

Verse 8

Eight limbs, little biters out of fox holes

Document his bait and swap, heist job gonzo

Sound proof hoodie, hounds tooth aux Bose

Spotted robbin' gobstoppers out the odd Costco

Over the bridge, under the tent

Over the budget, under the rent

Overexposed, under-assessed

Over the phone, under her breath

Verse 9

Four to sky, fortified eye sores

In a chorus line of pea soup and glorified gore

Dole out punishment, barkin' mad

Tattoo brains on bricks, arts and crafts

Verse 10

Behind the pines sold kitty clutch and (???) jars

Mommy got her muscles out, muscled out at the PG parts

Ouija board seance, crayons that match your cheeky scar

Caught two years prior when wired down at the Tiki bar

Verse 11

Hello, I’m reaching

Peep the plain clothes and keep the J-lo, Gigli

Mutilated school faced halo breezy

On the last known payphone breathing (want feeling?)

Verse 12

In the bag where we skip rock, choppy tied saddle

Apocalypse chocolate chips on the sloppy side

Not kicked, occupied

Lock lipped, habberdash

Buried X treasure

Better drunk Barry Badrinath

Over the river, under the fence

Over the TV, under again

Over the moon, under your bed

Over the weekend, under your ex