So you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and...
Straighten your cap! you look like you've been through a war.
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame? Sluggish posture just won't cut it.
You're gonna need schooling, and, and, and take notes!
And god if I catch you yawning again you're gonna regret ever asking for my help, And dammit you gotta hustle, this is a slacker-free zone And, where's my pencil? go get your hard-hat, here's a nickel, go get us [bad word] and a saw and a drill and lots of graph paper...

Yo I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were [bad word]  I [bad word] it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun.
The seventh level buckled and I tumbled from the summit, Now I'm back to re-climb and this time light my cigarette from it.
My stitchin division to vision warfares numb enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath and skip stones in the morning as I, Lie in color phantom [bad word] explicable, sit and pull the petals off wild flower patches, Magic happens! Behold, pity the lowlife parish.
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by the torch of Polaris To the Badlands, where every bridge collapse right where the crowd stands, Where the witches are fireproof and every preacher's a madman.
Frigid be the appleseed demeanor towards the bay where the landshark Parliament swims When they pause to polish they fins.
The better brains will preach the village through the city square to the light, heavy and middle-weight integrate, Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase.
Ooh my bomb's light simulator picks barnacles off the tugboat belly Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case I die.
Got [bad word] smoke-green halo floatin' inches off the swamp, Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a sparkle in my eye.
Now step back from the reservoir and let the settlers drink, Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks.
My house ain't made of bricks and straw but never has it [bad word]  Cuz I stitched the brain's rigidity with [bad word] visit me, It's fascinating.

Now here's how its done, I'm only gonna show you once, So pay close attention, hear me now or hear me never,
Glue your little eyes to the diagram, See the plywood, the nails, the glue? You work every inch, Your domain and you must treat it well.
Keep it clean or it'll swallow you whole.
Where's the T-square, hand me the pliers, now dammit, oh this will never do!
You have to want the castle, Head Up, shoulders back!
Be the materials, know your limits only to break your limits.
Are you listening? God dammit boy, pay attention!
Try it again. Little bit more juice this time.
Try it again. Yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time.
Try it again. Concentrate, a little more focus this time.
You can kick and scream and yell but [bad word] I'm only tryin' to help.
Try it again. You're not doing it right, here now, yall watch.
Try it again. Stop sulking, I'm the example, for real, Watch.
Try it again. I'm bout to make it easy for you yall, just Watch.
You can kick and scream and yell but [bad word] I'm only tryin' to help.

stinging the hunt
The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog silhouettes, All sulking by the skyline, focused with a bonus hunger pain,
My sincere addiction imbalance stems from a vintage grimace slap to the mug of Ancestral branch camped on the vessels. Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert survived, And every peasant presenteed it on the crescent less deprived.
With the exception of pleasant finale binges on the great endangered interests of phantom brigades slaving to save that princess.
I double the negative, to no avail, no promised benefits, just delegates peddling pairs of negatives, With magnified magnanimous appearance sandy sinners in opinion shut. Now what of the madness fragm