Jonathan

Every couple summers, me and a couple hunters
 Like to row in from the isle of astonishing motherfuckers
 Machines cleaner than three marines mothers rooms
 Came in peace but leaving with keys to your VW
 Needle-nosed pliers and a paragon of level design
 These are the weapons of bedeviling times
 If the medicine chest temper like a towny come untethered
 To a busker with a twenty minute "Downeaster Alexa" cover
 I didn't start the fire but I plan to
 Dance around it naked with pagans, leggings, and pan-flutes
 Shampoo, hairspray, hustler friends
 Eat shit, die like it's just for men
 Most illinest, toast the mutineer of the year
 I'm a bum, my motherfucking beard has a beard
 Hot stepper, leper with measurements all wrong
 I'm a beast, my motherfucking dog got a dog
 I'm sorry, deeper in the polygons
 Radical brats compare teeth on the promenade
 Mans worst friend, tragedy prone
 Skirting a neverending exodus from Madame Tussauds
 He's an immediate threat, speaking nefarious tongues
 Reeking of variant faith, drinking that heresy punch
 I play defender at the center for the never enough
 You called it losing my way, I called it leveling up
 Up up ante, Danny riding through the west wing
 Big wheel bloody, fuzzy images of dead twins
 Cuff links, button-up, sloppy coat, no hat
 Satan's mother, twisted sister, brothers Grimm and ghost dad
 Number six throwback, Mickey Mantle Upper Deck
 Jackknife pegasus to basic bitches rubberneck
 Pinky swear, bible belt, o-ring on his spider bite
 Flat rate to the city if you iffy gypsies ride or die
 Salt in his wounds (check) Rice in his stomach (check)
 Price on his head (check) Lice in his mullet (check)
 Head on a stake, feet gracing the ottoman
 Sweaty bandanna, come meet the amazing Jonathan
 Hi Jonathan, meet the amazing Hollow Man
 Turn a snow globe into a lava lamp
 Backyard, black marshmallows on his olive branch
 Dressed up like an evil villain dressed up like a soccer dad
 Mallon, we don't plan it
 Skull tats, banshee bunk in a bone hammock
 Drunk from its own damage, sell 'cuz it's well made
 Ducks that are both sitting and standing at Hells gate
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 Girl, you smell great