Extraction

Ever seen the footprints of a limpin' fool?

I followed it

To a crimson pool

And it was hollow

To the brim with ghouls

So I went to the tavern

They said my cadaver's stored in a silo

'Cause it's November cool.

 

Throw me to the Timberwolves, I'm not exactly what you'd call sane

Knowledge is dangerous, with a Sawzall chain

And too much, alcohol drank

Who knew such, that I'd have y'all riddled with dis-solved brains

Each syllable is a tool clutched, for this little Dewalt prank;

'Cause it was pivotal, you thinkin' I was "out of touch,"

Is when my stare of a thousand miles shrank.

Now I'm on Elm lane, in 1 skipped heartbeat I'm already down the hall

With a shiv in the mail-slot—to push the envelope, and have your gall shanked.

Could say I'm Margaret Alacoque, you just got your ulners drained

So who's insensible, if I'm still "out of touch" then what's your pulse sayin'?

And I do it while pain ripples through your body, my expression's all blank

Like writer's block, bitch I'm pulling out your wall planks

Why are you repulsed, please just tickle my balls wanked

And take me with a grain of salt, but I mean it sexual—get the whole taint

'Fore you start pepper-aerosol sprayin', 'cause I'm meticulous with evidence, the culprit ain't

Black and white, when the line of what's "assault's" greyin'...

Tellin' the detective she had a neck kink, that's why there's a doo-hickey in her collar cranked

Just think, would I still wax-poetic if the Aripiprazol waned?

Blue-moon things, beggars can't choose and I didn't want the default paint

Still jolly manglin',

'Cause my shape I'm bent out of, Kram'pus with a gift of the gab—wishing for that

Gon' have me maul slayin'.

Got my weight to pull, always

Your's too, and it's embalmed splayin'

Across the altar,

On this Hallowed day of All Saints.

 

Beatify a criminal

Beatify a criminal, if you've

Seen the footprints

Of a limpin' fool.