Palmer Squares: Broken Language ...
• Written by ItsTheory
ItsTheory's Notes
This is "Broken Language" by The Palmer Squares, just a test to see if the blueprint catches this crazy, insanely complex multi-syllable rhyme scheme with indirects all over the place.
Call me the gun jumper, the young wonder
Chum scrubber, the fun loving rug muncher out to one-up ya
Bum rusher, the sand bagger
The gut buster, the gan packer
The ham handed mad hatter
With his pants saggin'
Ransack your residence
For stacks of Benjamins
And dash in a black Lancer
I'm Dan Rather
Clap trap crash lander
Get high and diddle-a-ho
You can ask Flanders
Or Ann Landers
I'm ass backwards
Make an infantile rapper
Shit his damn Pampers
The card shuffler
I play the field
Gerard Butler
Spark nugget then make a drink at the bar and chug it
The word scribbler, bird flipper
I'm Dirk Diggler
A skirt lifting perv with a firm member
The interloper rippin' open manila folders
I'm still a soldier
My shit is dope if you didn't notice
The eavesdropper, teeth stomper
Leavin' MCs clobbered
Livin' in complete squalor
Beef squashier, cheap shot to your ding donger
Eat blotter by the sheet and find the street walker
B-bopper, squeeze double D knockers
E popper, pullin' strings like a Sting concert
Speech monger, king conqueror
Deep thoughts occur, graduating with the dean's honor
Clean clocker, the clot cleaner, the plot schemer
You can't see me, I'm John Cena
The finger-banger, tinker tailor, I seek the paper
Creepin' caper through your street and wake the sleepin' neighbors
A freak of nature, cap twister
The mad trickster in the alley
Better watch your back mister
I slam sizurp, ass pincher, snap pictures
If P-Squares be the clan, I'm the grand wizard
No racial, I'm so tasteful
Smokin' like Joe Frazier wasted with a coke nasal
Old Faithful, bowl scraper, blow vapor
We bring Chicago to LA, Bulls Lakers
The shady fibber, A lady get her naked with the babysitter
Yo I smash the kitty like I'm Jason Ritter
Alternative comic, surly methodic, absurd and iconic
Now ladies and gents, Terminal Knowledge
The rain maker, wave breaker, crank yanker
Pain steaker, blaze dank herb
Nowadays there's no heart in this art
Just pacemakers, race baiters
Bank paid slave traders
Play favorites and chase papers
Place wagers, you can bet
I'm one heck of a game changer
Safe haven to grave danger
Faith based cake bakers
Say grace you dang fakers
The pampered suburban, pandering merchant
A blathering jerk that you have at his nerves end
Look closer, the caster of curses
Channel animal urges
Foot soldiers are the fastest coercion
An infatuate person, romantic as a Latin verb is
Acu and Term been had it wrapped like a turban
I've had it y'all, finna grab my balls
Snort some Adderall and fall flat like a catch for the mer-man
Stop hatin', grew pot in my Mom's basement
No I'm not gangster, but I'm so Tom Hagan
Go figure, the blow sniffer, nose picker
Gold bricker, toe tipper, goal kicker
Had enough, I'm so sick of it
I try to call their bluff but they don't pick up
No answer, The Righteous Brother
Pipe puffer with throat cancer
Michael Douglas
Consult your doctor, code of honor
Cold lager in a bowl of molten lava
Bullet dodger
No it's not the Matrix
Clones and doppelganger
Love movement, Lickin' the boot of a dominatrix
The sub-human, cud chewing, spun doofus
Last screw to come loose, an obtuse prick
I make the swish sweeter, with reefer
Big leaguer, pitch heaters
Grin like a shit eater, skin deep
Glitch like a pinwheel
P-Squares attached at the hip, beeper
If it's out of my hands, then it's not in yours either
Sword wielder, blood sport, score keeper
Gunnin' the Ford T-Bird, with the blunt torched
I come forth in worn sneakers and a torn T-shirt
Do some more research before speakin'
I work all week then fall asleep all weekend
Count sheep, bong chiefin' as the song peaks
I respond beneath the wrong reasons and a false pretense
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ItsTheory
Member since January 5 2014