Wednesday, June 8, 2016

SAVE YOUR BELL [produced by: JP]

Saved by the bell,
the grave is a well filled 
with the water of Life,
Kali's daughter's my wife, 
I'm Gregree, Trixtor of old,
you needed the conflict to grow,
so at the end, just say to all the players:
"Thank you my friends for the context,
now I must be on my way 
and on to the next one I go", 
flow of the fallen nexus sun,
I'm the most Fun one of them 
and I know because I give all life
as I play the forest melody in sacred pentatonics on my Horus element sonic fife 
and in the grave den, Mother Nature,
We call Her "Major Mater", 
She made Her nest with the living death
and laid me in the shady grove heat, how cool? my hounds drool now that we meet, 
I Love you and the circular sound 
is the work of the nouns and verbs hula hooping with the adjectives,
"how mad is this?! wow!" is what your mind says as your soul goes "holy mackerel", 
I'm Bacchus and my bacchanalia is 
weirder than science with Kelly Le Brock,
I'm telling the Anunnaki secret coded sayings,
I speak with the olden blessings dripping off
every syllable, 
so bright, you're blind,
no you can't find it on any syllabus, 
how ill is this? 
All of us are in these rhymes and 
you're in luck for living in these times
for they are a-changing 
and the main thing you should take from this 
is the way I slither and hiss,
while I give you my Rabbit hop technique, 
I'm the laughing God and 
Set is the other theater mask,
can Siamese twins ever truly be 
slashed and separated? 
I'm the last Unicorn and I bet you made a shift just now, it's my gift, 
I'm the Power incarnate and now that 
I've been born in the shed again,
I've led the offensive and bled into the wind 
at the night's right moment,
my cock is the bright golden,
I'm the one, behold my Wonderland
young olden silver strand shroud, 
I'm so hard to figure out 
but your girl's well aware that all she cares about is my hard digging her out,
I alley ooped your Betty Boop,
spit game to her mind so unreal to you,
hey, scent of the pines, 
you know how I feel?
I'm "true" as 2 Chainz would say 
with a style with more flavor than Julia Childs' Soufflé,
I'm the crazy child, Yule Log
and I save all who are worthy,
my words open the peeper in 
the sleeping tree for you all so you can be ill,
no I don't need approval from the humans,
still I will dazzle ya,
my whip is the fastest car, 
it's made of a Stella blue,
I fell right through a purple cloud in the sky,
cut a square out of the pea-soup fog,
I got your girl's hoo-hah 
hopping on my King Kong,
you're mad about it,
well, my phallus cock unlocked the cell,
my Psychopomp taught me 
the art of ill sickness well,
now my vessel's pumped up and
your girl wants to hump my pumpernickel,
I'm-a pump my dick all up in her bread box with the  head of my cock,
I don't need to talk, 
I'll show you how I got your boo on 
the couch making out with my Jimmy Kimmel,
it's me, large gimel, Big G,
I'm simply the best so your girl begs:
"please Gregree, give me the chest fuck" 
I say "ok" and then bless luck all over 
her tits in magickal pearl droplets
cause your girl is bad,
yeah, that's a hot bitch,
got it on all night long with my golden bright dong,
I'm the King and this song's got your mind  expanded,
yes, I'm Pan, dead no more,
my words of light, converge with insight,
come merge with the grim swipe of this sickle,
I don't need to use subterfuge,
the spin of the force and flip will fuse us in the 
Centrifuge of the Haunted,
I've already vaunted about how 
I plowed your girl's cunt into 
the middle of next week 
and when we finished diddling,
then my erect skeeted the big win, 
it's a clean sweep, hat trick,
my peen is so fat and sliding deep into 
the thick of the bush land,
I'm King Oz and I'm the original Aborigine 
of the heavenly fire realm, 
I'm Gregree, there's none higher than I 
and I'm still rising at an infinite rate,
hello y'all, do you see me shining like 
a blue Dupree diamond?
and the jelly roll is a spiral cake,
my ill's the viral supreme,
you just you wait, 
full justice plates for all,
no one escapes until We call out your name 
to see if you got a heavy feather
and every other trick in the book 
was dripped from a prick in the cock,
I'm Abraxas, the Trixtor unlocked and 
so powerful now we're all reunited,
you and I go way back,
let's just say my name is Bacchus,
I got you drunk on truth when I sunk my tooth into your pineal, 
when are you gonna get it through your heads that you've all been dead before on repeat 
but don't fret like Vai cause it usually 
seems darkest to the eye right before 
the bloom of beautiful harvest wheat, 
question, are you like me? 
if you'd like to be then I'd like to see sights of 
you flying so all must get out of the nest,
better rise to the heights or you'll descend to your death,
oh yes, I'm the old headless gunner,
flowing Hare of Easter Fun,
come and witness the motherfuckin ill
so much doper than heron,
I went and put a star on Warren Zevon
so please leave on a helm light for it's 
war on the high seas,
these bright feats I've completed just busted cum skeet on Set's plan,
I get down and dirty, 
spoon your boo at the underworld diner,
the sound of my words underlines 
certain helix points and
helps you rise over the undermine,
now you're under my spell and it was hella easy,
learn the lesson, turn the tide and 
test the faker task master,
under the black mask,
reach the red phone