Chevy Mustang - Panpsychic

Wall Art: Pots and pans And underpants Nonstick wears the dance The Overton window On sentient has moved What’s the proper penis Protocol when you puncture A psychic’s mood It’s a paradox you see A paranormal predicament It’s not a hole anymore When its got a dick in it Like dickens said Can I have some pppppporidge Imagination is a poor mans porno Perception is a bore though Poor a glass of Bordeaux Butter up the sourdough It’s a brand new paradigm I won’t pay a penny - though Pony up polo boy My enemies are many Kenny, Lenny Want to go to Dennys? And get a little spendy A breakfast bailout A psychic night out Pencil in the white out Mark up the bill Clean slate on capital hill Clean slate on capital hill Is it the first or third or second verse Don’t get me started on the multiverse It’s scandalous mandelbrotwurst If you eat too many you might get the thirst It’s my primary, secondary nature I’m raising the age of consent to 38 I move a little faster than a glacier In the ring like a gladiator Her friends all yell I’m glad he ate her Satiate her now and later An Australian wizard of Dr Oz visiting the Gods Come down kangaroo courtship If you got council divorce it If you have a fact provide the sorcery Normies are so ordinary Normally that wouldn’t bother me But the pillow of reality smothers me The pathology of paradox Military smartypants Sitting round the pentagram Worshipping the pentagon Posting it on instagram Pursuing all the power Till the final hour Planetary pirates A parasitic virus Prodigal pet Sanctuary Personal Jesus Personally please us Stop with all the teasing Intervening intravenously Bound to get your feelings hurt When Venus is in retrograde Get F’d and make the grade Explain the love, the hate and appraise us, raise us Save us from the literal minded Find it on your own time George Washington Filthys up the sheets Tons of washing left to be done Clean everything but the cum Come come my lady Take out my rib Suck on my wood With my wooden teeth Wouldn’t it be nice If my teeth got a little more ice You know that crabs are gorilla lice right Go out for ice cream Vanilla Ice might scream Hang him off a building What’s the matter for when Metaphor suffices Ain’t got time for vices