I'm in my shell but really I don't whisper well
With Splinter's help I could be the next splinter cell
Skin been dealt splinters splitting timber out at winter fell
Lumber axed no question the bucket hat brindle vixen pelt
I was running laps around the wishing well
Ishimail on the hunt for the pigment deficient whale
Really I was the one within inches of getting impailed
Jumping jacks with brittle stilts on tundra glass that's thin as hell
Their ain't a lot of fans like yeah I fuck with that
The kid ain't into fitting a muffler cap on the thunderclap
Couple facts this punching bag ain't getting it's stuffing back
And this jungle cat ain’t scared of no bubble bath
Wary of knuckle tats and tie fighter pew pews
And lime-lighter pyrite that might try to confuse you
All that glitters ain't steel in a twilight seppuku
When the life sized Cthulhu's more fire-lighter Mushu
I highlight my bruises in hindsight and use them as
Some paper pincushions for my typewriter voodoo
Man I got so many fly rhymes to choose through
So what I pick’s special like some ice climber juju
I roll the tape of the bones brigade on the chin ramp
But I don’t worship some golden age from a dead past
Them old but great’s are the fulcrum base of the fresh fad
But a culture baked in the vulture wake is a red flag
Bumper to bumper this bowling lane is a death trap
Ovaltine in the hip flask blowing steam from the vent cap
Yall I’m high as the vocal range of a wet cat
On the grass I'm a float like a boat parade in the wetlands

Go slow watch them ghost notes fall through fingers
In tandem with Toto's Kansas hall of mirrors home show
All aboard the blast pipe planetary push mechanism
Switchman switched that good pennicillin for the quicksand
Quick fast from the get go they knew all of this
Cryptozoologist with a stethoscope to the lymph nodes
Of every petco Chupacabra on schindlers naughty list
I binge fringe code but don't spin globes with Fishbowl hobbyists

Get noogies for days from bigfoot and the gang
No doubt punk scouts for they mint cookie displays
I'm off piste in a Mont Blanc Bob Ross scene
Mach speed sloth soft fleece taught drawstrings
Spot clean hotwing stains off a long week
Swamp thing tong deep bathed in a hot spring
Yahtzee yell it even when the dice motley
Knock please fore I home alone your whole swat team
Swap secrets with demons under the boxspring
Both got reasons to creep around in the blockchain
Got shame round all the creatures bound in our stockades
I'ts all cap when the gloss fade on the pog game
Soap box dope hogwash on a lav mic
Capsize rogue photons with a maglight
More charm than a snack sized plaid bagpipe
Jack-knife Hulk Hogan in a past life