the weasel

He's here today, what a day!
Know's no real from fake, what a way!
What a way to exist, what a game to explain!
Speak your piece, boy, please have a say!

'Till it's spitting back
Only then will it relax
Listen how the lips will smack
I really need that
I bleed that, like little raps
Pizzicato fiddle claps
Win the lotto with a bap
The boom is what I breeze past
To whom shall I leave that?
A legacy of brittle bones
Heard it in the feedback
A rosary of sinful tones
I really need that
A clean rap about the soil
'Till what I mean fat
They glean half my weight in toil

He's here today, what a day!
Know's no real from fake, what a way!
What a way to exist, what a game to explain!
Speak your piece, boy, please have a say!
He's here today, what a day!
Know's no real from fake, what a way!
What a way to exist, what a game to explain!
Speak your piece, boy, please have a say!

Trouble doubles up
I stumble over rubble clumps
It's nothing worth summing up
I humble up to see that
And read that as nothing tough
A pre-packaged bumble-fuck
Leaning on another crutch
The leg; I'm trying to sweep that
Don't try to sneak past
This palisade of scattered phrase
I really mean that
I had to say what's on my brain
I hope you feel that
A mean rap about the peaceful
In time reveals that
The free man the most deceitful

The weasel, the warrior
The evil is gleeful, its horrible
It's deplorable, it's deceitful
It's adorable, its the weasel
The weasel, the warrior
The evil is gleeful, its horrible
It's deplorable, it's deceitful
It's adorable, its the weasel

He's here today, what a day!
Know's no real from fake, what a way!
What a way to exist, what a game to explain!
Speak your piece, boy, please have a say!



Credits
Writer(s): Forest Zabriskie
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