No. 1 St.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Throw up ? on No. 1 St There's something gory in my juice But I'm still squeezin', processin' vernacular Speakin' in spectacular dreams of my future I'm as good as Don Quixote, smokin' peyote With a dead clan of Hopi But you can't burn me in a teepee Watch me as I go pee pee on the holy nationality and greedy I don't hang at CB's Gallery, I play there Your the hare in the middle of the road And I'm the Buddweiser toad I'm the troll below the bridge who eats goats Check my chin, I got blood in my beard Who's got the horns of this deer? I'm a bull fighter, but not right now Right now I deliever packages But fuck that shit, and all the ?? Give me your head and I'll show you what a ratchet is Is this jazz? This is semen pizzazz I'm Martha Graham, dancing about architecture My mom was always down for lectures Super academic, quick with polemics I wish I was a mechanic, bi-polar and manic But still fixing souls like an engineer for Chrystler Who spends his time with Volvos We all play solos in the bathroom I'm in the math room, doing rudimentary equations Staging battles like life was Risk I drink the brisk tea and chill heavenly Landing on a bag of Monchhichis And can fuck like Cecil McBee plays bass This poem should land like a big tongue kiss lands on a cheeky face Arsenic and Old Lace will take me home And I'm done with a microphone [Verse 2] I smoke too much, I'll die of asthma But I still rock the stage like Bettie Page rocked the Casbah Gonna go to law school just to be mean Sue Marlboro for ten tons of Afro Sheen When I shave my head I look like Mr. Clean But I never had an earring, I got an Oedipus complex Which is as complex as a Serbian-Bosnian war rear reflex Which is like a race of whites and blacks Breaking love on a bit of bloody Rice Chex Add a little salt and that shit's a fat snack for the vaults of history Our great great grandchildren will eat you and me Into a wonderfully, harmoniously orchestrated bliss Is there anything I missed (nah) I laugh at the ?? open page Take autographs, then make me a graph ?? too, yeah Smell the paper, save it to your saves in chemicals My name is Michael and I find nickels If I was pregnant I'd eat icecream and pickels If I was a libra I'd be fickle If I wore platforms I should be shot, so Praise your soul for what you got [9x]