by request: el-p verse from "reports of a possible kidnapping" by WEATHERMEN (off djxp4)
you ever feel weak tweeked fleeting,
peaked, piss bleeding,
each clipped wing twitched easy?
sequence scenery: nuzzle of the beak buried deeply,
bleak pitch screamed uneasy, peachy,
fleet move greasy, creep uncleanly, cadence diseasy, strange arranged speaking,
makers of the queasy, all detached reasoning, here to mash your fuck face fiendishly, weathermen
born batch lunacy, in fact rational truancy half latched to truthy facts goonishly,
patched back in to sad sap surrendering, extra-ordinary rendering, remember me,
lurching gnarled heart snarling, borrowed from department of redundancy department (sign here),
even obscene iridescently froze prose reside here, a mean streak elite breed designs fear,
nobody move nothing and nothing will get invasive, i came from the lost excavated,
breath exhaust cloud mmm favorite, creators of that this is not my day shit, disgrace on the dayshift,
without a trace lost on debating it, the tug job with razor claw pain kitt, now with more bang by the facelift,
i used to give a hangnails fuck about patience, now its just a see money take it,
funny how morality is changing, evolving, disolving,
disgrace is a mainstay tragedy keeps calling,
everyone who mattered to me somehow keeps falling, hooded creature knocking on my door im just stalling.