Picture this if you will........
"10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
In my 'need to know' pose, just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole 'chosen people' thingy
When a flaming stealth banana split the sky
Like one would hope but never really expect
To see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
And stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
And me yelping...

Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!

Then the X-Files being,
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan
With Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
Vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
Outta the butt end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
And all I could think was:
I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
That I pissed my ♥♥♥♥♥♥' pants."


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" Is this the realest ♥♥♥♥ I never wrote?
Cause I was too embarrassed 'bout my stepdad sniffin' coke
Functional addict my ass, is that a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' joke?
Different strokes for different folks, that's why I'm spittin' dope
Me and Powers takin' over like a symbiote
Mom blames it on the wild amount of piff I smoke
But it's better than takin' one of her necklaces and runnin' off to get a fix with it
Another day another demo
And I already found my satisfaction in reefer so why the ♥♥♥♥ would I need blow?
Just copped some rollin' papers in assorted flavors
And a 40 ounce to compensate for 40 acres
I could play the ones and twos like I wanted to
The sky's the limit, that's what they told the ♥♥♥♥♥♥' fool
I disguise the limit, now I'm aimin' for the Sun and Moon
P-E, premature ejaculation, comin' soon...
Comin' soon." R. I. P. King STEEZ.

"Before you fly, you gotta run, before you run, you gotta walk, before you walk you gotta crawl, before you crawl, you gotta be born."

"Yo, yo, I go next, put your quarter up
For bets, put your daughter up, MF is sorta corrupt
Not to be confused with the fake fly raw sound
Still the one who used to take your high score down
With more rhymes than germs a spitball carry
As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry
♥♥♥♥ y'all fairies take a loss like Slobodan
This goes out to man, woman, and child from Robotron
Before the end, I save the world like Defender
There's no time for curling up to hurl from a bender
Like back when your last five never went to weed
More likely on like twenty rounds of Centipede
If it go fast or slow, no mattering
The flow down pat like the ole Acro pattern
Those need to learn the technique, take heed, note
And switch like Spy Hunter when he *psst* to the speedboat"


"I've got a little challenge for you, Sark - a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual manner. Train him for the games... let him hope for a while... and blow him away."