Ding dong, king of all things wrong
Swinging through the jungle gym, something else's skin on
Melted butter, king prawn, drinking from the dog's bowl
Doobie at the dog park, ninja at the log roll

Ralph on keys, house on a haunted hill
Go a couple rounds in the bullpen
Trolling where the map is black, attracted to the lawlessness
Back and forth and forth and back, I'm tracking y'all marauders in

Black flag flyer, ragtag entire snack bag
Cat dad, stay away from cracking all that jazz
Hair like crabgrass, spine made of butter
Got my nose from my mother, my eyes change colors

The energy that cannot be contained by paint by numbers
Cannot be restrained with basic nails and lumber
I get the shutters shaking
The fun is taking power from the nobles
And returning home to share with other Powerball hopefuls

I'm on the front porch about-facing bannermen
Manners that are mad as hell, it also takes animals in
Dirty birds, bad dogs, trash cats, lab chimps
Hanging trespassers by the ankles, thanks management

Inventor of the artificial rose
Squirting water from the pocket up the party goer's nose
Fly inside an ice cube, disappearing pen ink
Cobras in the mixed nuts, this guy's thought of everything

There's more of everything, well, there's less rescuing
Everything else in abundance, get you a second comeuppance
All at the press of a button, something to quell the gumption
Y'all headed for self-destruction, end of discussion

Get well, or welcome to utterly unwelcome
The Norman Rockwell that went our welly in its seconds
Now the normals need a network of lenses with motion sensors
And holding camera phones like loaded weapons

Oh heavens, out here where it's out there
My head up in the clouds, how's the weather down there?
Foul air filtered through a crew neck, pulled up
Thousand airs hanging out of full length

School bus on a full tank
Fools like who the fuck, me the fuck
People throwing TVs, others speaking tongues
Freaky stuff

Apricot foot, peel booties on
Oatmeal hair mask, breakfast scented moonwalk
Oatmeal Air Max, float across the catwalk in rare form
Pageant wave mistaken for a bear attack

Leaving tax on the chair and floor
So there's that
I could throw a playing card that land between your praying hands
Matter of fact, open up, holy fuck, pay the man