WHO RUNS DIS ZOO?
VERSE 1 (H. Specter soul Collector)
What Da Fucks is your name?
What Da Fucks is your game?
Why Da Fucks you in my existential conscience plane??
What Da Fucks why so earlier you honking your moped like you is the earlybird bus
Or you is out long hauling with these 18 wheely trucks?
I never supposed to be on the wake up
Before the morning ball of fire sucks all the shade up
Now look at this in this day I wake down instead of up?
You know you gonna get it, rip into your gut
So many of a twisted way, the nurse lady is gonna be stuck
They gonna have to take away her first aid kit
Cause alls my nephews is doing is peeling band-aids all across her throat & clit
HOOK (Towtruck Tombstones)
What the fuck happened with the game?
Talk about change, ain't one thing the same
Whole new zoo, can't call out a name
Do a stint for 15 and all the street beasts gone clean
This whole hood gone wood
Ain't ready for a pre game?
Keep your fries small fry
Cause the shakes already been came ...and they ain't going away
VERSE 2 (H. Specter s. Collector)
Yo Po, like fo'sure
I know you know its a major daddy No No
Never be waking up a specter with bull-shit
You panties is all twisted up in banter
Confused rants no perspective
Across our already fucked up ozone layer
And here to it, I hear yo paperboy ass
On your paperboy route- tossing two gossip girl nonsense
With every one of them printed rat shit
Every which order coming at me yo
Like I got that multiple noise disorder
That frog play dont jump in my pond
So be a good tadpole before you gets Donned
Don Juan Kimodo, hock ya ring baby froto
So you is trying that up-twerp
Yo bring it official stop being a flirt
With my bottom-bitch cup of tea, this shit just ain't goin be
But you is no less a bluff christening my smile ain't gonna be enough
Put the bible before me
And you can bring this to court
Now might that right be a twisting thought
Of all greatness
I gone checked outdoor and it was an outpour
Forswore I catch you even having a convo on the topic
Where you mentioning anything that gots to do with my click-
When I deplore your services its gonna be a full hood uproar
But to your unarmored defense My girlies rap back
That they be too snooty fo yo fruity un-rooted unsavory doo doo flavory snow leaf ass
Which is far passed from what ass is defined according to that webster fella
But back to the fact of this day's pleading duty
I'm four seconds from tear-ripping your name
Working from the inside out until you is tear-jerking
Peeps wide and far from the equator will become educated
What you is about to the raw bone dang thang
Blasted muck thinks he is dan-cing
Oh the twerp-chirp only recognize what he be capable of?
My one eye can solve a crossword while you is all cankered
Tryin feed the housebird not even understanding what is a byword
Shit munchkin last time i anchored in yo hood
You know that farmland that got whats 2-3 lots on each block
And they be cattle folk, cub you is my best joke
But really on the laundry room type chatter
Come forth and explain why I seen yo catbird
Come crawling out your backyard all beat battered
Looking sadder than it really matters
Why is that feline uncollared even allowed out of her parlor
She a most uncultured cluster-fuck of mindless blubbered gossip
Even with my driver that night my old lady bettered yo bitch
Who be trying that come in to barter wit my bartender at the billiard
Shit Squeezed ain't this clamored
Why I even bother conjuring up this clapboard of censored codeword
Yo flimsy brain better be uncovering cause this ain't no euchred
The only tricks you pull is making a hotdog disappear
After pouring out custard you floured haggard rundown dullard
Who is a cumbersome to his own children who favor my harbor
Look I got nothin but love for those two
Its that ain't you flustered or deferred and demurred
For lack of a better word fractured
At how I'm your children role model
They started calling me father, soon I'll just foster them
Cause your home is a hazard and it ain't no flattery when
I say I'm feeling fevered its best I skip this dinner yo ho put out
Smellin like badger curd or rather lemme take a look in your cupboard
Surely i'll see doddered gizzard garnered in dog dung and goat lard
My goatherd wouldn't murder with a single finger
Cause your taste is lacking flavor
Ugghh who does the shopping here? Who dresses you in the morning?
HOOK 2 (Towtruck Tombstones)
What the fuck happened with the game?
Everyone Talking that change, ain't one thing the same
They say the grass grows greener on the other side
I wouldn't doubt it and i wouldn't shout it
But my crop goes browner
Crispy leaf, yellowish on the outside
Minty aftertaste fervent underbite
I ain't trying to run back in for a double-bid
So to keep the flows loose, your swagger saucy
Tell me who runs dis zoo
And I'll drop him safely and savvy and for me no remorsing
VERSE 3 (H. Specter s. collector)
You is a bugger'd
And one day when you grow the balls of hindsight to look inward
First order of business will be to change your name from cryptic-
Ok lets Wait for that to settle on a tastebud
Hold on its taking a while
Cause nothin you spit is cryptic
When all i hear is gibber-jatter-jitter-gibbered-fritter-lizard-limping-while
-i'm-muttering-on-this-man's-nards-like-a-leopard-is-licking-its-lips-wishing-
I-was-neutered-from-my-jugular
Growing up you was called jailbird stalkish type
The haltered type handicap hindered
Free parking always limp-dick
I know I never forget, trust bubblegum baby
For biography purposes you ain't worth my dickered
-Haha- Figure that out
Horizontaling the vertical upthrow
Down down below low shift limbo-
I know this shit is augered best head homeward
Where your simple mind is nurtured like a flower
In yo back garden where life be focused on a fuckin orchid
Tellin me how much it needs to be watered
And you all pampered by this slathered seabird
Drooling slaverish licorice on a tool-less tool bench
Crusty edged quavered plastered lumberjack type-
Alright you is surely lost so check back tomorrow, ok kipper
Ignore that ripper no its not misheard I really said you been martyred
For co-jack that cat who runs the halls of oxford
Another mustering master of cow nard
Lacks lust, lifeless, over-priced
But rudely to sedimentary the boy is rightly rooted
Sound & roundly, a full fledged scanty
Scabby toes loose without woes or too close in IQ of a goose
To foreshadow the truth of a noose in a public hanging
Both you together couldn't combine head flow
And follow this threaded lanyard
Stretching starboard while I easily
Lay into this next headword
HOOK 3 (Towtruck Tombstones)
Can't believe this be how we is batting up
What the fuck happened with the starting lineup?
Where did this game go?
Everyone Talking on that change, ain't one thing the same
Sonny Sons go ahead now drop to the ground and hand me my crown
Ain't no way no Specter be the one
Who let one ya flesh blood fuck-head even dream
A 10 second fantasy you topping me
Do a stint for 15 and all the street beasts gone clean
This whole hood gone wood, ain't ready for a pre game
Keep your fries small fry
Cause the shakes already been came ...and they ain't going away
So listen up folk in case you deaf
Or hard of understanding without a ref
There is now a new zookeeper bleeding poetry into soliloquy
So when someone ask, "who be running dis zoo?"
You best be pointing your finger at this slick livid specter
More heister than the kings most rested jester
VERSE 1 (H. Specter soul Collector)
What Da Fucks is your name?
What Da Fucks is your game?
Why Da Fucks you in my existential conscience plane??
What Da Fucks why so earlier you honking your moped like you is the earlybird bus
Or you is out long hauling with these 18 wheely trucks?
I never supposed to be on the wake up
Before the morning ball of fire sucks all the shade up
Now look at this in this day I wake down instead of up?
You know you gonna get it, rip into your gut
So many of a twisted way, the nurse lady is gonna be stuck
They gonna have to take away her first aid kit
Cause alls my nephews is doing is peeling band-aids all across her throat & clit
HOOK (Towtruck Tombstones)
What the fuck happened with the game?
Talk about change, ain't one thing the same
Whole new zoo, can't call out a name
Do a stint for 15 and all the street beasts gone clean
This whole hood gone wood
Ain't ready for a pre game?
Keep your fries small fry
Cause the shakes already been came ...and they ain't going away
VERSE 2 (H. Specter s. Collector)
Yo Po, like fo'sure
I know you know its a major daddy No No
Never be waking up a specter with bull-shit
You panties is all twisted up in banter
Confused rants no perspective
Across our already fucked up ozone layer
And here to it, I hear yo paperboy ass
On your paperboy route- tossing two gossip girl nonsense
With every one of them printed rat shit
Every which order coming at me yo
Like I got that multiple noise disorder
That frog play dont jump in my pond
So be a good tadpole before you gets Donned
Don Juan Kimodo, hock ya ring baby froto
So you is trying that up-twerp
Yo bring it official stop being a flirt
With my bottom-bitch cup of tea, this shit just ain't goin be
But you is no less a bluff christening my smile ain't gonna be enough
Put the bible before me
And you can bring this to court
Now might that right be a twisting thought
Of all greatness
I gone checked outdoor and it was an outpour
Forswore I catch you even having a convo on the topic
Where you mentioning anything that gots to do with my click-
When I deplore your services its gonna be a full hood uproar
But to your unarmored defense My girlies rap back
That they be too snooty fo yo fruity un-rooted unsavory doo doo flavory snow leaf ass
Which is far passed from what ass is defined according to that webster fella
But back to the fact of this day's pleading duty
I'm four seconds from tear-ripping your name
Working from the inside out until you is tear-jerking
Peeps wide and far from the equator will become educated
What you is about to the raw bone dang thang
Blasted muck thinks he is dan-cing
Oh the twerp-chirp only recognize what he be capable of?
My one eye can solve a crossword while you is all cankered
Tryin feed the housebird not even understanding what is a byword
Shit munchkin last time i anchored in yo hood
You know that farmland that got whats 2-3 lots on each block
And they be cattle folk, cub you is my best joke
But really on the laundry room type chatter
Come forth and explain why I seen yo catbird
Come crawling out your backyard all beat battered
Looking sadder than it really matters
Why is that feline uncollared even allowed out of her parlor
She a most uncultured cluster-fuck of mindless blubbered gossip
Even with my driver that night my old lady bettered yo bitch
Who be trying that come in to barter wit my bartender at the billiard
Shit Squeezed ain't this clamored
Why I even bother conjuring up this clapboard of censored codeword
Yo flimsy brain better be uncovering cause this ain't no euchred
The only tricks you pull is making a hotdog disappear
After pouring out custard you floured haggard rundown dullard
Who is a cumbersome to his own children who favor my harbor
Look I got nothin but love for those two
Its that ain't you flustered or deferred and demurred
For lack of a better word fractured
At how I'm your children role model
They started calling me father, soon I'll just foster them
Cause your home is a hazard and it ain't no flattery when
I say I'm feeling fevered its best I skip this dinner yo ho put out
Smellin like badger curd or rather lemme take a look in your cupboard
Surely i'll see doddered gizzard garnered in dog dung and goat lard
My goatherd wouldn't murder with a single finger
Cause your taste is lacking flavor
Ugghh who does the shopping here? Who dresses you in the morning?
HOOK 2 (Towtruck Tombstones)
What the fuck happened with the game?
Everyone Talking that change, ain't one thing the same
They say the grass grows greener on the other side
I wouldn't doubt it and i wouldn't shout it
But my crop goes browner
Crispy leaf, yellowish on the outside
Minty aftertaste fervent underbite
I ain't trying to run back in for a double-bid
So to keep the flows loose, your swagger saucy
Tell me who runs dis zoo
And I'll drop him safely and savvy and for me no remorsing
VERSE 3 (H. Specter s. collector)
You is a bugger'd
And one day when you grow the balls of hindsight to look inward
First order of business will be to change your name from cryptic-
Ok lets Wait for that to settle on a tastebud
Hold on its taking a while
Cause nothin you spit is cryptic
When all i hear is gibber-jatter-jitter-gibbered-fritter-lizard-limping-while
-i'm-muttering-on-this-man's-nards-like-a-leopard-is-licking-its-lips-wishing-
I-was-neutered-from-my-jugular
Growing up you was called jailbird stalkish type
The haltered type handicap hindered
Free parking always limp-dick
I know I never forget, trust bubblegum baby
For biography purposes you ain't worth my dickered
-Haha- Figure that out
Horizontaling the vertical upthrow
Down down below low shift limbo-
I know this shit is augered best head homeward
Where your simple mind is nurtured like a flower
In yo back garden where life be focused on a fuckin orchid
Tellin me how much it needs to be watered
And you all pampered by this slathered seabird
Drooling slaverish licorice on a tool-less tool bench
Crusty edged quavered plastered lumberjack type-
Alright you is surely lost so check back tomorrow, ok kipper
Ignore that ripper no its not misheard I really said you been martyred
For co-jack that cat who runs the halls of oxford
Another mustering master of cow nard
Lacks lust, lifeless, over-priced
But rudely to sedimentary the boy is rightly rooted
Sound & roundly, a full fledged scanty
Scabby toes loose without woes or too close in IQ of a goose
To foreshadow the truth of a noose in a public hanging
Both you together couldn't combine head flow
And follow this threaded lanyard
Stretching starboard while I easily
Lay into this next headword
HOOK 3 (Towtruck Tombstones)
Can't believe this be how we is batting up
What the fuck happened with the starting lineup?
Where did this game go?
Everyone Talking on that change, ain't one thing the same
Sonny Sons go ahead now drop to the ground and hand me my crown
Ain't no way no Specter be the one
Who let one ya flesh blood fuck-head even dream
A 10 second fantasy you topping me
Do a stint for 15 and all the street beasts gone clean
This whole hood gone wood, ain't ready for a pre game
Keep your fries small fry
Cause the shakes already been came ...and they ain't going away
So listen up folk in case you deaf
Or hard of understanding without a ref
There is now a new zookeeper bleeding poetry into soliloquy
So when someone ask, "who be running dis zoo?"
You best be pointing your finger at this slick livid specter
More heister than the kings most rested jester
( Ryan Musarra )
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