Burners

Lyrics

Armed and sensitive case and my tastes are expensive Harm extensive. It's time to launch a charm offensive The width of this piece of paper's about 8 inches Vast. I'm watching women's gymnastics with great interest I'm the subject of rumors and murmurs I cook with all four elements, in other words - burners It's the equivalent of abstract expressionism Perfectionism when I'm rocking on the mechanism I was wearing wrist bands. Decided to switch plans I have the paper towel habits of a rich man Sinking in quicksand. Some say I'm a nasty bastard The only white person around, I'm like Patti Astor Badly plastered. Still kicking like a karate trainer Not a body-shamer. I get technical like Scotty Cranmer After I weight-lift, I shape shift and morph I like to watch Star Trek just to see Worf Everything is computer! I'm down in a dank cellar The slang-yeller sending a shoutout to the bank teller Shouts to Moka Only and my barber Edward Scissorhands The grand wizard. Cutting. Conducting things like a transistor My little white whale. I once played Webster Hall Best of all. These days, rapper have high cholesterol I jump on the turntables. It's part of my bailiwick 5,000 drum breaks to choose from for my daily pick