Big Bang

Well, so we meet again (He said he's grown spiritually since the last time) 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 Tucked the portion of my severed vision The gathering of loose ends in a bucket With 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 Fe fi etcetera 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 vibrant alliance of clean intention By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering Now when the groom presents the ring The bride commence to blistering This textbook magnificently prude Prototype king beserker module Inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal (Treasure) Treasure Loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clippership 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 ya'll rock ready, fire, aim Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame Merit badge marksman, or poacher? It's all the same So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain I wanna be a big bang, gotta be Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir Yes, sir Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn Big bang, shoveling a big dig Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mine And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang I wanna be a big bang, gotta be Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a, 'Yes sir', sir Yes, sir Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn Big bang, shoveling a big dig Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mine And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf Alien of shallow alchemy If you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the pesants I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window Left an S.O.S infested bottle nested in his grip so With a prayer circle release party and heartly wild bellow I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils Fertile circle turn fertile crescent via bad investment Despised every second, but I guess I learned my lesson If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system Sticky panoramic contaminant planeted In conjunction with phantom assumption Gutterbug alumnus candidates Well, I promise you I'll man the lighthouse Just to help guide in your ship If you promise to help pull this out my lip (Bitch) Godspeed, strait-jacket and ragged approach To circle suns via folklore pollutants Derive strictly from a B.C. generation disgust community movement Alluding to a 'No blood given, no recognition' life manner I was us up all night with a rusty hammer Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered But uh, that certain lack of avail I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (Bucket of rocks) I wanna be a big bang, gotta be Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir', sir Yes, sir Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn Big bang, shoveling a big dig Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mine And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang I wanna be a big bang, gotta be Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir', sir Yes, sir Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn Big bang, shoveling a big dig Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things I'm a burn with this little light of mine 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 bid the elders farewell I shook buddy system wisdom till the similars repel I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit 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 sabre's edge Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge I wanna 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 of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over The recipe's design unplug the appetite for continuity By stitching together an esteemed congruents beautifully I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers Cauterized the wounded heads like "Gimme gimme something major" Road side prophetic, ascend well (Well) Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system Blistering in a wishing well Big Bang