Big Bang

Well, so we meet again (He said he's grown spiritually since the last one) OK, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad Black horse and buggy mechanism Tugged a portion of my severed vision The gathering of loose ends in a bucket Wit a shoestring budget Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now) But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen Fee fie et cetera I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin' I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin' to paddle back home I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention By eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sword festering Now when the groom presents the ring The bride commence to blistering This textbook magnificently crude Prototype king berserker modulate Serve the vertical thirst, burst horizontal Treasure, loose cannons span the star bit power The clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous Beautiful cartoon trooper swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar I rock ready aim fire, while y'all rock ready fire aim Then blame the stationary target when the prey escapes the frame Merit badge marksman, a poacher, it's all the same So I lay across the woods perpendicular to the grain I gotta be a big bang, gotta be Never want to be hear a probably, I want to see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR! Armed with a tome, cross, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang I want to be a big bang, Never want to be hear a probably, I want to see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR! Armed with a tome, cross, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang I'm just a survivor of the woolly mammoth population Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf Alien of shallow alchemy If you gon' meta-morph the basemetal to precious Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow I observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils Fertile circle turn pertal crescent via bad investment Despised every second, but I GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON! If I made an angel in the snow for every rotted victim There'd be wings to float this mother ship up out the goblin system Sticky panoramic contaminate planet In conjunction with phantom assumption Gutterbug alumnus candidates Well, I promise you I man the lighthouse Just to help guide in your ship If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch) Godspeed, straitjacket and ragged approach To circle suns via folklore pollutants to rhyme strictly From a BC generation disgust Community movement alluding to a "No blood given, no recognition" Life matter, I was us up all night with a rusty hammer Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams are gathered But uh, that certain lack of avail I sail a choppy lie with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks) I gotta be a big bang, gotta be Never want to be hear a probably, I want to see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR! Armed with a tome, cross, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang I want to be a big bang, Never want to be hear a probably, I want to see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR! Armed with a tome, cross, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn Big bang, sharper than a big dick Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang Big bang, bi-big bang It's gettin' bigger by the second Check it OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similar repel I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals I'm broken arrow to the fuckin' bone (broken poem) I don't really believe in God But God, I'm scared to death of God? I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans Nor tear the pod It's like I hike an acre unimpressed And slept on the saber's edge Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge I want to know myself Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls I push the ghouls to man overboard Pull the bulls onto my sword And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, slide over The recipe's design unplug the appetite continuity By stitching together esteemed congruent (beautifully) I peel back carts and lodge Greek physics in the chambers Quartarized the wound and heads like "Gimme gimme something major" Road side prophetic, ascend well enveloped in a mummy ribbon system Blistering in a wishing well BIG BANG!