Yafet's Song - Milo

Slept in the car park

And got lost in my head playing guitar parts

For rap, I talk with the dead

It’s hard not to sweat with this chain mail tunic on

You try and judge 2 Chainz but the proper rubric is gone

You’re a smart guy

You consult The Needle Drop archive

To download the entirety of its contents to your hard drive

This is a far cry from Fargo

Beware of the narcos and sharks bro

Never trust a smile like Pat Sajaks

I swear to gonads I heard Rob just say that

This rap shit could be easier with a cosign from Plain Pat

I could play bongos with a straight jacket

In my mind be eating Mongos with a wet nap

Death is where we all go

It can’t be that bad

The image is a prison of the soul

Heredity and education have been exposed

Vices and aspirations have been disposed

I just thought you’d like to know

With a pretty girl and I’m drinking kombucha

I’m a loser feeling lucid than I’ve felt in a while

A hellish smile and a devilish grin

On Facebook getting updates on several kin

That I pray to god I’d never have to see again

Auf Wiedersehen

I’m Peter Pane

Picking posies

Licking Rosie O’Donnell up in her eyelids

I’m Pontius Pilate

A pompous pilot wears no helmet when he gives the sky a kiss

I can see Isis so clearly in my iris

Beckoning oblivion with a tight fist

That’s my little sis, ya

Every thing I’ve ever loved will crumble into dust

Until that day

I will stay humble as a slug