TumbleDweeeb

There must have been an accident,
Last week I went on an acid trip,
Woke up this morning,
In my Pink Panther Panties…
Holding an axe again.

The hatchets on the mattress,
Like an 80s slasher film,
I’m the body snatcher,
Grin’n at opposing antonyms.

Oh lord please…
I’m in need of a hand,
Just crossed Pickwick
Headed back to Riverbend,
When I got back I was spittin’ synonyms
Like mixin’ syrup & cinnamon,
Then I think I stopped and paused and thought,
For just a minute man…

The door I locked it,
The Glock I cocked it,
I heard a noise,
jumped back and shot Teddy Ruxpin,
choked him out,
Coldcocked him
And fukk’d up his noggin…

You know…

I’ve seen to many crispy critters come to life,
Indubitably delicious,
crunchy jitters,
Wit fukk’n bloody milk inside…

Yo,
There is no Wuzzles world,
but it’s the Popples girl,
Big hairy guys,
Dominating,
With
Sharpened knives & spikes.

Yo,
I’ve been held up in the clouds,
Hunting care bears and dicking Rainbow Bright,
Cuz I’m used to pack’n big things in little holes,
Like close-fitting,
Middle of two trees tight,
Slow paced,
Like no place,
For a big truck to drive,
But I was able to park the semi,
right between her thighs.

Homie!
Turn on the light and became ill luminescent,
You’re full of rage and gett’n jealous,
I’m already red with envy,
And the glow worms burrowing holes
Through my watermelons…

It’s in the air!
White rain,
Like Dove!
Say its Herbal Essence,

Blame my adolescents…

When I was just a kid,
I found myself thinking of She-Ra’s tits,
and
Wonder’n what
Tiffany Amber Thiesens ass size is …

Bitch,
Suck on my noun and speak the noun that it tastes like,
If Sheela had a dolla she’d plant tulips,
While smoke’n on that glass pipe…

I proceed to break the rap rules,
Harnessing poetry too,
Drawn in cartoons,
I don’t need an in tune
Cadence
To hit it off with
other rap dudes,
just you…

I can do it by myself
And I see you tryna cadence rap too…