West Rhetoric - Parallelograms lyrics

[Sample from "Elephant Man"] [Verse 1: Bones McQueen] We're spooky kids, chewing on human limbs Soon to be bigger than Lucasfilm when the music hits Mucus drips from the holes in my face Mutations, progressing through it at a horrible pace Poor souls are locked in iron cells as the empire swells Held in dire straits with only crooked signs to find the trail Headed for simple minded destinations Expire like a corpse crepe with a plate of perished bacon Parasailing attached to a boat with engine failure Dead azaleas spread on every square foot of a barren wasteland Skin is too thick for the arrows of Cupid, I'm h**n spooning with a pair of pheromone users they tell me love is their therapy in a voice of arrogant hubris Suffering from harrowing cluelessness, tuning fork, I'm in the music biz, give it back, give it the loot in this bag, finna dip with the purse, re-disperse burn victims' cash 'Cause a lot of the time when I hear some dumb pop, I'm under the impression record labels like to s** hard And jump off, like a lemming Plunging to the sudden d**h, ending (Lowly does he walk and bend his feet they are so sore, there's no one to complain to though he's tried at times before) [Verse 2: bedRock] Another sweet night gone sour Wall flower wilts well wishes wither while the hours pa** ba*tard hash-head, gra**-fed, sees red Meet up on the West side with Eastwood to eat lead Bigfoot stomp through the soot to the spot to see that Bedrock's so hot he keep the Redenbacher poppin' Gliding through the sky like Orville and Wilbur Pig's pulled patch ribbon shot with Dutch angles off-kilter Rabbit trapped in a trance in Transylvania Clad in rags, call him Vlad, a hasty impaler Back in a miller minute mack and finish the wasted stranger Swapped cities, popped Jimmies tossed in the trunk of your trailer Stay faithful to that halo-hung brain, those plummetous motherf**ers bludgeon their blunt frame BedRock surf atop the shock wave Water's hot, got caught with your daughter's drawers dropped in his Enclave Concave or convex? Fond of the thought of forward progress but, not one to flex anything except this manifested rhetoric Introvert the orb [?] the family crest before I sever it Kickin' it in Cali' with the man from Maryland Book shows in Boulder Scarce square states, the parallelogram Shape up, shake buds scraped from a lake of caked blood To Bed you succumb or get so f**ed by the flow's flood Guillotine could cleave ten pounds of ugly fat Red tip the hi-hat to the cliff dwelling gully rat Cats be rapping grabbing boxes like it's Christmas Left a litter of Kools filters in Whoville double fistin' Fishing with a ten-foot pole for gold possible Be honest though, he's a pauper's dot in a doppler show Regular guys like Mordecai and Rigby Train monsters to hop in pockets like Ash, Brock, and Misty Adult swim with fins made by Morty and Rick Hop across dimensions with style inventions to stay sick