It's the misfit on his lonely/
In the shadows of night trying to roam free/
He just wants to be one with his thoughts/
Devious in the way he thickens plot/
Chickens trot, flicking snot/
On the road less traveled, the end is what he sought/
Dark in the way he crept around/
Into dust his soul was bound/

We break it down like amino acids/
I'm the hybrid of what was birthed from Lake Placid/
I really don't like the way this task sits/
Rolled over in my grave and rose from caskets/
It's the bastard, back at it again/
Plastered drunk with a couple of friends/
They seem just as musty as me/
Crusty eyelids make it hard to see/
Dumpster dove into what was a gold rush/
Cloaked up, described as looking so flush/
More like flushed down the toilet/
My brain's in a pot, time to boil it/
Feet looking like Bunions, word to Paul/
Nastiest toes a podiatrist ever saw/
But I'm still kicking like a tortoise from the Galapagos/
Dreary and clumsy like a sloppy ghost/

It's the misfit on his lonely/
In the shadows of night trying to roam free/
He just wants to be one with his thoughts/
Devious in the way he thickens plot/
Chickens trot, flicking snot/
On the road less traveled the end is what he sought/
Dark in the way he crept around/
Into dust his soul was bound/

Eating soup with chicken Brothel/
Peace to the sharking apostles repping Doppel/
Just know no one can stop you, keep the youth/
Peep the Pudding, don't forget the Proof/
Settled in the corner with a bone sawing instrument/
Ready to slice a bystander severing a ligament/
Then bagging it up for the black market/
Dr. Frank is trying to piece back the carcass/
Keeping under the radar, you know how narks get/
I'm the shark set, making sure all is on target/
Cool Beaners, with some Mexicans in Greenland/
They call them frozen backs there, know what I mean man?/
I ain't a mean man, just some jargonistic racial slurs/
Pardon if the place concurs/
To get rid of you and I like a bad habit/
Blown up like a mine field and a Bagdad rabbit... Dag nab-it/