Sunday, June 11, 2017

CATTLE CALL [produced by: Siifter]




It's all an exalted 
cult of personality 
and I personally rolled this 
awesome spliff,
it's thick as fuck and 
full of buds of living color 
so puff the purple leaf 
and blaze the haze with me 
and get amazingly high,
nothing can faze me, King Gregree, 
I've been sighted for I am the far Eye that all Rastas look to,
my book knew it's contents before it consented to let me write it delightedly,
if you think I might be who I say I am then 
you're almost there,
I'm Easter Hare Rabbit,
I commit to a bit that I took from the psilocybin by the the brook that babbles,
now I'm the Owl who gives light
and the midnight ramble
is a cattle call for my little doggies 
to live right now and here
and Set can have a cow for all I care, 
its hallowed land wherever I stand and 
you can follow in my steps,
I foot the bill with my deathly ill 
and Her breast will spill milk 
into my soul for all time 
and when it finally winds down,
my pine crown keeps rising 
my peeps are fly things,
mellow chicks from the marsh of Styx,
all the nymphs simultaneously lick my Hollywood 
and Dali could tell you about the deal we made,
I'm surreal,
sure feels great after being raised from the grave

Seven and four makes eleven 
and all the stars line up and shine,
patterns speaks in symbolic knowledge, 
raised crown like a cow lick,
it's a cattle call battle victory,
I'm an Owl,
I see night vision 
bright risen Sun King Abraxas
so your bad bitch let me hit it 
like a punching bag,
I socked it, I shocked her like socket,
no wocka wocka, no joke,
I'm Bugs Bunny from Walla Walla Washington,
they all call me the horny old goat 
God Pan, I'm the man

Running rife with my stunning Wife,
She's Astarte and She hearts me all night long,
I'm the marked Beast and my Harpies are Angels,
are arches sharp angles that just haven't decided yet?
and when I wink at you Siriusly with my pyramid eye,
you say, "oh yeah, I think we might have met already when we signed on the 
black line in red ink",
Why does the ice cream cone lick itself?
It's cause Her ivory bone hair pick
is sticking up through the roots of the quest and the  result,
is a Love that makes the rhythm of 
the Saints say:
"what a hot commodity",
God is me,
one with my family,
now that's high camaraderie 

Seven and four makes eleven 
and all the stars line up and shine,
patterns speaks in symbolic knowledge, 
raised crown like a cow lick,
it's a cattle call battle victory,
I'm an Owl,
I see night vision 
bright risen Sun King Abraxas
so your bad bitch let me hit it 
like a punching bag,
I socked it, I shocked her like socket,
no wocka wocka, no joke,
I'm Bugs Bunny from Walla Walla Washington,
they all call me the horny old goat 
God Pan, I'm the man

I am the One,
Pan Abaddon and my falcon beak is carved with certain symbols,
if you start with me,
I'll be sure to end you 
then ascend your ashes if you're a worthy bird of fire,
my words inspire all prophesies to hop off the curb and dance to the choir singing gospel
and top will kiss tale,
Ouroboros is a snail shell,
I fill my grail from the well of illness, 
even if I spill it, I will it full again
and the key to the Sullivan,
is ginseng and the Rings sing my Saturn Song, I've come again like multiple o's
and whoever believes Set when he says he can defeat me are just a bunch of gullible hos
and you know it,
Set's a pussy like Morris the cat,
I'm Horus the Raptor with magick claws,
I've spelled it and casted all the players with flawless perfection,
How many times are you gonna believe that your girl accidentally falls down on my erection?
you dumb schmuck!
I'm from the Fun,
turn left right at West Bumble Fuck,
Wanna rumble with Luck?
Then come and suck my phallus,
give me head and face the challenge like an ice bucket,
I'm Truckin' like the Doo-Dah Man, that's why your boo lets me stick it in her poon or her can,
whatever I'm in the mood the do,
I'm Rudie the true reindeer who leads the way 
and the greenest haze is violet,
I'm Gregree, the high kid 
and the low down is obvious to us who know 
that nothing is as old as my Mother,
She holds my hand as I cross the street,
bakes the bread with fancy necromancy,
handed me this flow of crazy heat,
the ancient Goat is me,
bringing H-E double hockey sticks 
so suck my cocky dick 
cause once again I scored with the Red Whore for I am the goal,
She calls me Puck,
The game is up,
my name is Love

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