…with a portrait of Penelope [bad word] Inelegant, the elegy, [bad word] The [bad word] is he-who, somewhere in Tel Aviv too?
I’m listening to the melody it’s telling me move
And isn’t [bad word]  I cannot resist
The frying pan to the fire with lava twist
And [bad word] that the liars die an awful death
Or better yet never die and find colossal debt
I’m advancing the chance that the champ is fraud
Slam dancing with Manson and Hanson, macabre
Another man on the lam from the law
So abandon the plan that is slamming your jaw

I’m just a lumberjack of rap, with a hand at his saw
So sawdust is the powder off the counter, it’s law
And if the flannel heats up then it’s best to be gone
It’s time to re-up, the rest get messily drawn
And what have we got? message that is left at the lathe.
And like Granddad said, it’s always best to behave
We sequester a phrase it’s nothing less than amazed
More than meets the eye, I kept it at Bay
Directed today effectively connecting slang
Self doubt has ways to beckon a blade
Connective tissue torn into wretched arrays
My second favorite font is Alba, Jessica stays

I’m a stylish king with the brightest of bling
Old Leather with a hint of Irish Spring
Got some gnarly ice
Even got Jesus piece with the head of Charlie Weiss
So Barbie types charm me twice
Clocking cats acting up like a tardy type
Leaving RBI game plans far behind
You may stand if you wish but it’s not that wise
I keep hoping that all the pop rap dies
But it’s not going to happen if I sit [bad word] So I talk slow with passion that exhibits a frame
And within it’s a name that came to mean something else
Started as an alias in dungeons I dwell
An abundance of well-intentioned words churn daily
Was I born with it, or did I learn crazy

I got lists, lots of lists that I write my life into
One step at a time type and I’ve been through
Paper after envelope and on it goes for ages
Might say that my pen is mighty fond of pages
Whether writing rimes or grocery lists
I’ve got pen and paper ready for the moments that hit
And if they don’t, cool, I’m ready regardless
Making headway into my day with targets
Cause what good’s a time without something [bad word] 
Not much to me so I’m stumbling onwards

See I built myself a trap so I could catch my breath
But it was wise to my ways of the crafted nets
And in the minds of amazement it was half as fresh
As the click clack Tappert brother castanets
See I built myself a trap so I could catch my breath
But it was wise to my ways of the crafted nets
And in the minds of amazement it was half as fresh
As the click clack Tappert brother castanets

And what do we know?
Ask who’s next
It’s another beat from Geno
Bash and vex
You want to go play some Keno?
Add duress
Or maybe go shoot a free throw?