Labyrinthian Pomp

How you wanna tag my style
 When I am so superior?
 How you wanna hate a thing
 When you are so inferior?
 How you wanna mess
 How you wanna mess my spotless interior?
 Let's just say you are not the destroyer
 (In Norwegian: Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta)
 I've got my bright girl near me
 She's so much taller
 Wth a crisp endorsement
 From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol
 She's so meta, references Stendhal
 Shares my strange urge to
 Smash a window in every house on our block
 Delinquent days are here again
 How you wanna tag my style
 When I am so superior?
 How you wanna hate a thing
 When you are so inferior?
 How you wanna mess
 How you wanna mess my spotless interior?
 Let's just say you are not the destroyer
 (In Norwegian: Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta)
 I've got my Georgie Fruit on
 He's my dark mutation
 For my demented past time
 Giving replicators somewhere to go
 But we're authentic
 You can test my talons
 Against your cursive body
 But the controller spheres have disappeared
 And it hurts
 Delinquent days are here again
 (I'd just like to disappear forever
 but I am not afraid)
 There's two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts
 An hour dead deflects our eggs
 On latitude 0, 1 degree
 I trusted you, no, don't explain
 Moving in clipped tempos making sad dreams
 Of the flags appearing
 Crazy how the symbolism works
 Don't look at them