hush hush, can you hear it?
that fowl heist rush
Mr. jack fairbairn, Mr. kini ken,
Mr i-am-not-spending-one-night-in-Ranelagh-Pen.
Mr I’d risk it all again
to spend another evening with an eviscerated hen
-
that two step three step clean step
glean step
the meretricious dance of my felonious schlepp
-
do you mock me? do you find it comic?
that i would swag chicken fillets
beneath the dusk of my fedora
i suppose you have not read my code - Deuteronomic
Torah level shit
suppose you had read book 5
I derive - you would consider my cacoethes gastronomic .
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that flair, to even see me: so rare
my fillet-ensnare reveals Jack Cohen’s despair
yes,
yes,
A common thief?
No! But the last 21st century laissez faire bandit debonaire
you see this?
unionised level shit
do you know how much they pay?
i sleep during the motherfucking day
draculandré 3k, i sweat bombay
i make bank to. pay. for. that. dank.
slinging that lean green you heard was on the scene
i pack heat like the original benzene
i’m the meanest
the keenest
a stamping machinist
-*3 large, i’m in charge*-
i need not scam to smoke that golden gram
until 8 in the AM i continue my jam
that swag trademarked to Dan Conna-ghan
i am
the
mother
fucking
sandman
have you seen me walk?
have you seen me walk?
no, a blur
an obscure purr my engine is growling
i set landspeed records to the readings of J.K. Rowling
two feet, one street, dead heat i make usain bolt fucking obsolete
you see this?
you see me?
what more would you have me do?
remember the name
this frame,
this game,
this ‘throw so hard like i got jesus to blame’
i got your hot-stove-league dropped to a tempid bake
i got my 50 curve throw - fucks like an ee’rquake
don’t touch this heat, return to your seat,
&
pretend
to
mobile tweet
act like i didn’t serve your dinner
on forkball St.
this
is
not
a
spoof,
my MPH is encompassing proof
judge, jury, executioner
