Breakfast Time

Sometime prior to inserting the pump
 Into the god we have
 We delayed our dad
 In spaces acquired by counting rings on a stump
 The god we have is goddamn mad
 Raking leaves in an air compressor
 There's not much room for wooden dresser
 Lost my keys
 Black professor
 Grappling hook for white aggressor
 It's breakfast time
 Try to wear your breakfast clothes
 Or make a rope kit tied on your breakfast door
 Could I mow down these 62 sidewalk crows?
 Made trades with the cats on tap
 Got a lung drunk punch luck tight shut litmus test
 Drum son I'm on the gun for you
 Smoke weed called christmas glue
 Sittin' in a pew
 The god we should've had
 The worthy seething mad
 But we don't
 We don't love you anymore
 The god we should've had
 Beneath the wreath it's sad
 That we don't
 We don't love you anymore
 So filling plastic turbine
 Spinning coarse incessant beads
 Read a lot of shops
 Were too late to drop their lead map warranties
 Make par and a battered moan
 A rock, a stone, a layered loan
 In place of a parlor cone
 Makes a greed like cancer aire to the throne
 Skin graft machine lick
 Make par and a battered moan
 (nonsense gibberish shit)
 I'm sick of everyone
 Bitch I'm a cartoon those bars won't do shit to me
 My residual bank loan spit
 I cope in comatose flow
 Sign closet cone sanctioned bond
 Man you're broke thats dope
 A racket lawn calloused perennial talking bar tab switcher
 Monsoon parlor taxidermist regal soft as fuck t-shirt
 Soft as fuck t-shirt