The Billiken's Bluff

They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected

Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freeman's maurer,
lived in the broadest way immarginable
in his rushlit toofarback for messuages
before joshuan judges had given us numbers
or Helviticus committed deuteronomy
one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub
for to watsch the future of his fates
but ere he swiftly stook it out again,
by the might of moses.

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