Tusken

By Disjointed

On MASK

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An overload, so close to overdose

Stepping heavy wit a set of broken toes, no joke I’m cold

Tie the rope and go to appeal my broken soul

Croaking in a boat, choking til i’m floating open whoa

Loaf with sesame seeds, Gross I’m less than appeased

Telling bitches open sesame please

But they never do, and it ain’t ever cool

Levitating heaven fools easier than revan, dude

Y’all look like Parappa the rapper fapping to african

Bladder macking clappers, avid lavender packers

Wanna blow my house down? Need some real steez

Even big bad wolves can’t melt steel beams

But I’ll take shots of jet fuel, make clocks reset

In my vicinity , lames cough up red fumes

Lend me your ears to sear and roast up

I’m provoking the tears of viracocha

Absent minded dipshit, drive a cab the size of

Average kinds with cabins ‘side in fascist big ships

Yo, pass the pigskin

Blasting jig spins, clasping fig tins

Roll with a posse down the meanest avenue

The mean of our mean attitudes is mean, have it, stooge?

Wreaking havoc, swoon decent crafting food

Equals, trap them fools, now I’m eating macaroons, people

Dabble for fun in having a lovely day

Baffled at chumps who happen to stay fucking great

Lacking the guns, rue nasa the brain cuffing fakes

Gaffin in chucks and cacklin, refrain puncturing veins

Behavior routinely rambunctious

And pungent, lewd feelings can’t function

I’m repugnant, prohibited to face judgement

Just in, my surname is Tusken