Here's the situation I'm beyond elation
Where's modulation in my preparation
Sensation burn as I churn culture recently learned
Consistent but still insistent on poor precision
Of resistant tongue rap with a compromised lung
Post-acoustic covers that are half-heartedly sung
Today I betray the peaceful quiet moment
Slay ten songs written by a more potent poet
With a ceremonial knife rife with blood stained strife
That's just life save amputated digits with ice
Everybody has a price, mine is nine blocks of tofu
Vacuum sealed in the freezer taking earned refuge
Every sweatshirt I wear aids in my slight of hand
Pose grand in the sand rep my swimsuit brand