Custom Made

This is a David Attenborough moment
He's about to hone in
On an opponent
Open about it, and don't it
Appear to be odd to be soaping up in a tub of rage
Every day, danky, but you just cologne it
Got so much of it, probably you could loan it
Too bad the Duck didn't condone it
This isn't Kamino, you cannot clone it
Colonoscopy of you is a lot of groaning
All of it is done for the purpose of muting moaning
In the attic, sounds very fishy, get a whiff, a smell of haddock
Flow may be speedo but never in a banana hammock
Use it to clean up after you open up a can of maggots
When inanimate, bring in a lot of havoc
So getting in a habit
Speaking to yourself in the second of many persons
Heady conversations convulsing into a versus
Emulsifying to a better version
Man, it's a motherfucker
Going against your very nature is some kind of other
Pato still prefers it to cannibalizing with the fava
Beans, please, listen to me, father

Battling the customs made
Don't cuss if you made
A choice
Shit's about to constipate
When you're custom made
Battling the customs made
Don't cuss if you made
A choice
Shit's about to constipate
When you're custom made

Self-proclaimed reprobate, before I start to atrophy
I'm going to make me my own, just like an apostrophe
An apostate or apostle, both of them, possibly
Taking this shit way too personal, Pablo Picassoly
Obsolete without some etiquette
The process delicate, you got to soufflé it
If you wanna display it
Some days, you crack open a lid and go: Man, I'm just going to play it
By the orelha, tugging on the rope like you're a sailor
Ditch over the gunwale the paraphernalia
Smuggle opportunities in the anus of failures
Ain't it funny how you can both liberate and jail you
Not too late to post the bail up,
Listen: Most of the lessons were self-inflicted
If life was a clit, then
Most of the people just went and flicked it
Do not be conflicted
Be the type who dove in and just proper licked it
Risky business, cost the Duck a biscuit
Man, who the fuck is this kid?

Battling the customs made
Don't cuss if you made
A choice
Shit's about to constipate
If you're custom made
Battling the customs made
Don't cuss if you made
A choice
Shit's about to constipate
When you're custom made

Master of escape, a Mr. Plissken
After you shatter the earth as it was written
Pieces fall into place, imperfect, but they seem to fit in
Chafing from attempting to square a circle gave you thick skin
Confessing like I'm a Christian
Yes, on occasion, make like the hulk when he smashed it
Temperament is spastic, like your mama rationed out a half tit
See this chip on my shoulder, a mountainous boulder
I went and halved it
Chopped it with the edge of my Hendrix without harassment
Pacifist assassin, idiot savant, maverick and half-wit
This is not a tactic, it's the way I attacked it
Put together from this and the that, you're practically intergalactic
Mandalorian stumbling out the Sarlacc pit
Write the story then, humble,
And make sure that you never lack spit
Shape the palavras in fire, universal blacksmith

Battling the customs made
Don't cuss if you made
A choice
Shit's about to constipate
If you're custom made
Battling the customs made
Don't cuss if you made
A choice
Shit's about to constipate
When you're custom made