Warming up to cold drinks
Olives in the toothpick
Everything he touch turns gold into a goose egg
Hair like a Greek god
Face like a toothache
In-between ignored and when you dropping new shit
Splinter in the sewer teaching turtles how to do things
Dreaming of an afterlife early rise and exercise
Meditate Nirvana my philosophy is never mind
Naked in the pool
I'm a graduate of better times
Wordy superpowers and an hour left of sunlight
Finishing my coffee and a little tree like Bonzai
Razor tongued tornado dust
Twist a word and paper cuts.
I can spot the fakers like the maker of a trailer truck
Cats are hot garbage that includes the famous ones
The paper chase is lame as fuck
And caked in flaky flavor buds
And I don't need to say this but
my follow is fucking dangerous
Here's to making labor love
Thank you from your favorite one
This is a song about songs
These records are my legacy I love them more than anything
This is a sound about sound
Giant rattled speakers and some jumping around
This is a song about songs
These records are my legacy I love them more than anything
This is a sound about sound
Giant rattled speakers and some jumping around
Wonder Showzen Beat Kids
Playing over Red Man
My orchids bloom in orbit while you fill another bed pan
Scribble in my parts under candlelight and harp
The flow surrounds the Ark full of animal and art
A large ass crowd will show you who the fuck you are
The infamy of stars hidden in Chicago bars
Lames play games learn to aim in the dark
Rok the brain the shark you are taken apart
There are jokers there are clown and the difference is clear
With my only friend the pen I make pencils disappear
While I pencil in the weird
Who take pretzels with their beer
I’m the fortune’s only heir
Feed the tortoise to the hare
I throw wrestlers in the air and then hit them with the chair
Yeah, I’ve been writing perfect lines
Since trees were full of Turpentine
I've been drinking coffee cold
I hockey check these choppy flows
You foodie pics
ya sloppy joes
You motherfucks are cocky though
This is a song about songs
These records are my legacy I love them more than anything
This is a sound about sound
Giant rattled speakers and some jumping around
This is a song about songs
These records are my legacy I love them more than anything
This is a sound about sound
Giant rattled speakers and some jumping around
Oh look at this…
No t-shirt, Bandanna, Muddy boots.
Hey Rambo, do me a favor, take off your boots at the door!
Okay???
Okay?
You’re gonna come in here.
You’re gonna listen to Bob Rok’s music.
Okay
Okay
You’re gonna play fucking nice
Cause i’m not here to fuck around today
Alright
Not here to fuck around
Oh, you got to use the bathroom? Oh your Majesties gotta use the bathroom, everybody.
What the matter kid?
What's the matter kid?
You don’t know how to piss at home? Okay?
This is a hip hop song. It’s not about your desires to pee
The world is closed and people are very anxious about that.
Because they’re having an existential crisis
Can you appreciate that?
I don’t think you can.
You fucking Ma-luke!
