Bazooka Tooth

Diamond cutter spine
Armadillo armor that bends around the blades
Bugs in the beard
Ebony in the lungpiece
Bricks in the Timbs
Bazooka in the tooth that he's flashing at your friends
It's a lifestyle, baby
No insipid recipes
Not a single innocuous atom in the centerpiece
Oh my god
Journalists across the globe are officially critiquing my first eight bars
Piety for the fam, embargo piggybackers
Navigate sim-city backwards
Bazooka Tooth, baby!
Zephyrs less detrimental expect a toned down terrordome for starter crews
Like jousting Pompeii with a garden hose
If you wake up to the sound of helicopters bumping Wagner
It's bodycast to pilates class
Rumble in the Bronx back alley batting cage with bottles smashed
Drag them prophecies, be them celestine or Mothman to the bumper boat monster mash
You see the pristine kittens fiddle with new yarn
Decrepit sickly dogs get shot behind the barn
One champ put in long hours like Tim Leary's lava lamp
Just to be second headline under the boy born with lobster hands
Isolated, biological phenomenon
Verse nocturnally orchestrated car alarms
Y'all sketch portraits of your neighbors, tack em up without fail
See a row of red pitchforks and bifurcated tales
Official Max Fischer/Blume break cable clipper (Def)
Picket train buff with the riverboat in a swisher (Jux)
Pipedream of that so fresh and so clean plumage
As an appleseed aborted resorts to Bazooka Tooth shit
You don't want me smiling at your cameras...