Tetra

Don't fool with his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade -
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache
Dirt bike made of five worse bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on Dutch tilt, crush kill

Maker bot coin-op arcade punk
Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp
Four eyes carb face, Bar-Kays iron on
Pork rinds orangeade, Jarred brains die alone

No mulligans, crow bars bird cage
Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day
And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score

Zilch, cowabunga homies call me "press ignore"
Devastatin' energy explodin' off his Tesla coil
Farm bated breath and temperamental tremors
That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers

And I never lost tic-tac-toe to a live chicken
For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin'
For diamondback rattles in his holy grail
Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal

Three wolf moon shirt, two shoes, one sock
Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumm-Ra
Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh
Outta sorts, outta water, suicidal tetra fish

Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore
Before we are the severed heads of civil war
Invasive radio ricochet off the silver foil
Trash can fire lookin' for a kill to grill or spoil

Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks
I know, this is why we can't have nice things
I prefer to skip the pleasantries
Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy

Nope (no sh-, no sh-, no)
Oh, and don't fool with his cool (no sh-, no sh-, no sh-, no)
Ma, can we get a pool?

Is that a no?

Okay, magpies, hoarders, and allied forces
Who lick zigzags bein' dragged by horses
Transcribe stories in patterns of pins droppin'
Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-loppin'

Slow Mozart, no I've never heard of knockin'
Might've burst in on it, splits or skin poppin'
Opt out, sober on the eve of no saint's day
Locate and aim for the token propane tank

Bang, followed from a pullin' of hair
To a homecomin' sullied by a skull on a spear
It spun a human resources issue to public affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear

And ultimately unfulfillin'
Concurrently, that rigid upper lip and grudge are cripplin'
The wonder twins of -
Armchair hater, I wouldn't - on your coffin
But when I see your picture, I draw - on it

The Ozone breakaway tux
Holds chicken wire ribs, paper mache guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, rope hands google eyes
Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize

You are now rockin' with the worst
Nothin' up his sleeve, nothin' here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearin' bees
Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds

Jeez, forgive him any dicey past
He from a tiny town called Death's Icy Grasp
And he don't get out much, but when he do, it's Beatlemania
Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius

Too charitable, offerin' the average Joe some real estate
Between the Big Mouth Billy Bass and jackalope
Cozy in a moment of bliss
Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge

(No sh-, no sh-, no sh-, no)
Oh, and don't fool with his cool
(No sh-, no sh-, no)
Uh, we gonna need more fuel