Babies With Guns

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Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food

Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art

Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse

And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt

Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers

He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters

But blind anarchy slips through the cracks

See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back

With that organic invention incubated to have some to make it through

on paper now, a lot of details later

And lot of crews will taper out

A wooly mayor souse, who happy shooting at the bladed mouth

Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors

Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers

Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever

Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed

I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and church

With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works

But no hostages, no promises

Out the clock corporate constant sprockets

Now clocked-off grommets

Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk

Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes

Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees

Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries

Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)

And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)

2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus

Evolution for the young killer convenience

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This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect

Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests

Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got guns

Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun

Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one

Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol

It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you

Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list

"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"

Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet

Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought

Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla

After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up

I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers

Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping

Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones

De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains

By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby

Fragile maybe, you think?

Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box

Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds

like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage

Cut them with mortars while I mumble

in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana

I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber

That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder

Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage

For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches

I'm not a coach

But that won't even jolt the immobile

when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local

Block, if you need me (yeah?)

I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)

To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)

If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low

Strays don't vacate slow

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This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect

Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next

Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

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This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect

Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests

Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got guns

Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun

Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one

Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship grey sky

The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died

So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight"

Because the stingers into the portable hay-rides

It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall

There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please

Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace