i sense i'm bout to tell u sumthin u don't wana fear...

all my breachy bb's
wag yr fledskin back to me
give yr drag a homesqueeze
then we're kickin on t'affinity

wutcha say ya shake yr can't's off
put yr study wer yr slant's lost
give yr tummy to my new germinant philosophe
i'll grok yr loks off

gems i swat r from a not mine
shot thr stems thru my fraught spine
set my tete-a-get never on threat with the wind chime
now i’m notalotasabé tribe certified

help ya lose the rash u get all strokin yr pride
cuz that water table overdraft’s a misdiagnose dive

jitsu catty
hang yr thigh brow on me
waxwork daddy
lemme jerk yr duty
big sad longhair
hide yr medication
down along the little bear
gonna grub around the scrub
til we noe no nation.

u caulkt i ain’t squawkin bout biddies n gwop?
think i'm drinkin my ink with this hoke ass schlok?
liv on a bad blok? invest in that dethbed crash stok?
here's my hard nok skool talk: man's a man cuz he give good flok.

got a crook in yr why?
don't identify with the vivify puts the blue in the sky?
bird-dog the small cry? uglify all you dignify?
motocross molokai? blimp yr blood pie?

budgereegah brume tongue
let yr song unsure me
intifada pentagon
bomb my out-of-body
cunnilingus lawn choir
spread yr vegetation
deep into my stagmire
til thinkin is sleepin
n i know no nation.

i pledge allegiance
to the fledgling insipience
tripping the siege
of the anti-conservial forces
swerving pabulum disaster
into the circumfusing
chrysalis vernacular
of spectacular sensoria
that effuse transducible
fluttering y’alls
of wrawl-awaking
metaphor-making crucibles
whose unsessile intercurrences
spread reverence
for the only chief
worth dying for:
the free-born frolicsome
endocarp gifts the speed
to fusee past the fad fug
of new jeer’s greed
and polypore our best bet
not to interbreed
so we can prewar
in the true throb hollow
of the obscure antitheses
til our vertebra breathe
the plethora creche
n we turgesce
to a stent melt
of mergent peace
wer kin and gang
the alluvial gelt
release.

u a fled crumb from the table of the troublesome
so ya gotta give a piece'f ya wanna get sum.

pain's a game ya lose if u submit it to metabasis
like a froth to frame’s a laureation of paralysis
limber up yr dibs or i'm afraid we'll have to amputate
if all yr doin is dumpin yr chewin it's time t'unsmother the luvr ya hate

judge yr size by the thrives u crush?
fuk yr truk for the gunk it gush?
anaesthetize the am-in-us? valorize oblivious?

the hair of a woman ain’t let down by decapitation
like the glare of an imam rebounds wen u noe no nation

maybe let ya put it in me a little wile
if ya lemme deadheat yr gamete a little wile
maybe let ya hit my limit a little wile
if ya lemme dutchtreat yr bittersweet a little wile
maybe let ya split into my opposite a little wile
if ya lemme unseat yr conceit a little wile
maybe let ya commit the indefinite a little wile
if ya lemme complete yr self-defeat a little wile

flamethrow backfire
ya gon’ burn wut grow ya
clitoria barbwire
yr mad rote ain’t yoga
automatic respire
yeah it’s a complication
but yr hallelu to the good for u
ain’t nuthin but huffin
til u noe no nation