Radioinactive - Mud lyrics

Don't move And you will not sink into the quicksand Water plus dirt equals mud Me and Shovel Digging in the crates In the back yard making outdoor mix tapes Just like a picnic sitting on the ground Digging fat meals which simmer in the sound Though you can't just think of this If I took a fist in your stomach Or a lunge punch to the ribs Dibs on that which you want Or put too much salt and pepper On the food in the vault that you entered Gourmet combination The story that I'm an ancient puzzle piece of the sacred jigsaw Beheading all big heads with antique donkey jaws Riding on a mule with a saddle bag of rhymes In a canyon with a canteen on my waste My plan was see the place That I was yet to go I bet this bro falls in the mud And waterfalls of suds In the empty box of tide Building adobe huts Out of blocks of rhymes As sharp as a Flowbee cuts (Shovel Head) Knuckle bloodied Kamallie I call thee Godzilla Fulfill the art of a saurus A porous Prosperous Rasta janitor A murderous manhandler Humbled homeless skullheaded shovel We dug dig out on the double From under the Persian rug into a pitfall Searching pharmaceutical halls And medicine cabinet An addict pursuing the cures for the uncommon potholes In the gra** Forcing a halt to the shaman's head cold Seeping through the nostrils Being that we were so hostile We asked for directions For the treasure map My pleasure map contained a trap door Beneath the wood floor Mistaken for the Parkay bu*tered We muttered on our way to the park place A picnic basket And a head case Suited in the fast paced lane kidnapped Mission to signal to an exit on the off ramp We knap sacked Slumber bag creates a camp It's harsh A fire roasted bellowed voice in the serenity of the surrounding marsh The smell was harsh But the sight was worse Trying to fight this thirst Dying to light this first lantern of kerosene The sterile beam of sanitized laser dust Hypnotize those learning to bust or trust Walk behind and in front'a Rewind your life to plecentia Instrument and a banjo on my knee Comin' around a mountain of clay pots Breaking Dancing On a potter's wheel at work Shifting potters As I teeter totter On the pulse of a dying robot Oh I forgot