Themba Ntaka - I've spotted the anachronism lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] The quicker picker upper, put in a jail cellar All my favorite things to do are circular Punk rock knocks Police door-kick Attrition warfare is the style to the rationale Mathematician when I disperse Then I hit them off with ol' Confusion of the Inverse: So you must cease Before I speak Preceding when I make the lead course You must leave yours Bargain a term we use as jargon Minus the barcode Stores don't sell this Clerical guy niche guy shifts to peasant No crops sowed How many bottles bought? I didn't know it was my shift There's still a lot of things that I don't get I used to only use my hands cause I was greedy And now I got a girl that volunteers to hand-feed me