Looking down the grand grocery list and we got...

Mayonnaise, tomato paste, 808’s and nasal sprays

Hand grenades with cream filling

Cancer, AIDS, green children

Toss 'em in the great machine, the unifying crunch

Then place it on a plate to see how you define lunch

Is it worthy of your pallatation?

With a slight recalibration?

Book to movie adaptation

Just a doctor out of patients

With no one left to treat so

We resort to tricks so

You can afford the meat

Throw your fork up in the mix

We are achieving weightlessness come Hell or High Water

But since both are fast approaching

Guess I’ll sell 'em my mantra

Which is not to die

But if you must, don’t die up in them work boots

And if you know you got to fry

Don’t fry up in that jerk suit

The time is now, repent a lot

Select the most expensive plots

We are indeed defenseless bots

And that’s the road, till the engine stops

But I’m the engine, you’re the engine

No such thing as your dimension

Open mind, forced inspection

Forty years, corporate pension

And just in time when the rigor mortis sets in

You can bet then that they coming now for the rest of you

Cause humans make the bestest glue

And that’s an exaggeration, but in essence it is true

That’s how they turned your old man into gelatins and goo

Now if you can’t relate to what I say, don’t like the way I say it

Then it’s probably safe to say that you don’t like me as a rapper

Moving on, cause I don’t give a frak

All my life is Little Mac

Battling Super Macho Man, so Glass Joe is not the plan

Me and Snaf could rock a jam, no microphone just pots and pans

And he could scratch with lobster hands

And I could rap my shopping plans

Like – two quarts of milk, celery, eggs

Newports and kale, ketamine and steaks

Some of that stuff I ain't really buying

But, it’s gotta rhyme

And since that’s the bottom line

You see why rappers gotta lie

Now and then, when it sounds good

Maybe when it sounds hood

Maybe when the sound’s poetic

Bound for town with an ounce of penance

Bounce with a pound of sound investments

And that’s without no leverage

I walk just south of reckless

A thousand miles without no breakfast

But then it’s all brunch baby!

Bloody Mary, extra olives, extra horseradish

Rules of the game enforce madness

How else to recognize humanity is hopeless

And still embody the human understanding of what hope is?

Without that, you just a ghost with a debit card

A boat in a reservoir, a soldier with a feather bomb

But with that, even great minds crumble from the weight

Cause when you running for your life

You cannot stumble out the gate