Funk-addled sprouthead spouting

[mnaz]

Funk = The Fall of Civilization.
It hijacks the herkyjerk to put it all on the one.
For example, the Beastie Boys once rhymed 'Salinger' with 'challenger',
yet it flowed on the one, like some grotesque leftist artifact,
like some gay plot to teach sex ed to sack lunch cretins.

Cretins, cretins, everywhere!
Cretins, cretins, in my hair!
Cretins here, cretins their!

I am the war machine.
I go to market; the free market.
Recruiters uncrumple their tables on the cracked asphalt,
and higher education beckons like a million Scorcese mobster hits.
I could finally get outta this hellhole.

I am the war machine, on the one.
I am one bad-assed son of a bitch, vexed by my own shadow.
I've been drafted and will damn well see this thing through.
No more smokin' reefer at Hamburger Hill.
Those days are over.

I am the war machine, on the one.
I lift and shop and hath dominion over my slavery.
I pay my protection money on time, right on time.
My hi speed connection will rock your world;
shake it down to your stone age boneyard.

Clever, that machine...

[mtmynd]

damn!

rap it
strap it
crap it

get it out!

[mnaz]

I used to be such a quiet chap.