The rattler

Wore out my wheels
While I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeal
Hear the seal bout to break
Wore out my wheels
While I wore down my weight
Pour out the squeal
Hear the seal bout to break

Retired is a word that I hate
I go quiet cause I know how to think
Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank
Young friar is my new chicken drank

Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles
Why you try and go and touch people
Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles

Where do you want to be?
Have you settled for the comfort of security?

Half baked
What a waste
Out of shape but not overweight
If you showed restraint you could separate

Asses asses. Asses in battle
Die die die die die ya bad apples
Asses asses asses in battle
Use your face like a dumb ass rattle

My accent my glibness. A bee dipped in brass
I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past
A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash
Don’t ask if it’s worth it
Don't think bout the math

There's no complaining in the mansion
You can't do just what I do
I chuck my brain through the black
Climb up the tree
Shoot out the cannon
Fuck her cause she reads

Punctuation violation
Perpetrator is verified
Hi hi hi hi

Wanted you to know
Came close to being another echo
Don’t have a soul
But I’m on a roll

Comfort in the words of a swindler
Everybody needs approval
One love in the halls of the savior

Act like you’re above them
All the lives you’re running
Will you ever feel it again?
Like you’re part of something?

Worth fighting for?
Worth dying for?

Flunked out and flung
From the front of your face, wait
I smell Sharon’s pimple
It’s the size of grapes
I’m so splintered that my mind wave baked
I had cash but sold it for some soul I’m da wraith