2 in the chest
1 in the head
If I was talking about bullets
A THINKER’d be dead
This is a different kind of lead…
I’m going to tinker with this THINKERs coop
And lock you out to do some thinking on your stoop
When you get hungry, there’s always rock-soup…
I notice you get filled up on you
You’re sticky and parochial—like “Elmer’s Glue”
AsIThink about it, I think I’ll cap you
Not with bullets…
I’ll fit you with a tight plaid hat and slap you
With Wordz because to me it’s fun
Your brain’s hurting so to me you run
You’ll want to be in my shade until I call you son
There’s a defect in your thinking
Your thinking’s flawed
You grew up thinking about me
And was frozen as I kept you awed
Did AreSun pass too close to you?
Is that how you de-thawed?
You started your season by doing foul
And your crap-talking stinks
Like you moved your bowels…









18 old applause
