Suicide Big Gulp

"A" is like a different type of animal
 No brick road, no zip code Xanadu
 Family, his and-what-army party in the panic room
 Before he meet the man he feed his hands into the scramble suit
 Glam channels wake up in a fantasy dismantled
 We're championing vandals over Andy with the Campbell's
 He the cold-hearted old guard, Holy Ghost crowbar
 The postcards only know Crayola, no Rose Art
 Ill communication aside
 I'll kick a train off a bridge, I'll smack a plane out the sky
 I'll throw a car into the ocean, no one waving goodbye
 Place bets, eight heads and the radio flyin'
 The kid Tobacco is a face in the fire on the fucking mountain
 The bass is like a struggle of defiance
 Love and power for Bettys and headhunters
 Techies and chess-clubbers
 All I do is eat bread and check suckers
 Nobody safe, chump, black plague, railguns
 Cache of your rat snakes coiled up in the bass drum
 Dug graves with over-the-hill skate punks
 Failures and flakes in the brain trust, pay up, ayy
 My Bugs Bunny tunnel-out is perfect
 Don't be there when we bubble to the surface, usurpers
 I pay the rent in pennies and ride off into the ether
 On a donkey painted like a zebra, take me to your leader
 Detox, re-tox, see how he seesaws
 Mistletoe a misanthrope, stick-and-poke sea dogs
 You can't imagine all the misery we leap frog
 I make rap, I ain't a motherfuckin' peacock
 Death raft floating out to sea
 Under a single flaming arrow down to overcook the meat
 And if a silhouetted man is seen emerging from the flames
 You should probably treat him different even if he look the same
 He isn't
 I make a mean Suicide Big Gulp, sick pup
 Google eyes splinter off the unified witch-hunt
 War and love, hailing from the home of the Anthora cup
 And 40 nights of failures out to plagiarize the formula
 Been seen petty spoils void steady acumen
 I'd rather be avoided, a voice of the Voynich Manuscript, boy-o
 Type to give a name to a sword
 The skulls of his landlords hang from his horse
 Medium kahuna, strange force around him
 Houndsmen scrounge for a sirloin to pound thin
 I play my chess with undomesticated groundlings
 We spend our afternoons forgetting how to downshift
 "Aes ain't here, man," "Aes, I can tell it's you"
 "Tell it's me from over there, this ain't a fuckin' petting zoo"
 Brain cells peacing out, dentures in a Dixie cup
 Devil trying to keep me down, somebody pick me up