Just Day Dreaming…Again. It’s all Love.

funk, emo, pop

Lyrics

international super spy!!
That’s I!
never reveal your identity!
fuck that!
ROLLING LOUD TONIGHT!
Tell all the children it’ll be alright,
I’ve come with the power and anger of millions of men, billions of women, and trillions of children, animals and otherwise innocent victims,
of a rich man’s war,
hear thee!
I’m Kicking doors!
got a pencil,
Hawk’s keeping scores!
launch buttons,
those nuclear cores!
missile hits,
explodes the floor!
US funded,
Israel owned,
blowing up the pieces of Palestinian homes,
Same with Ukraine,
North Korea’s abhorrent,
Yet the US remains dormant,
free to tread on her people,
you’re a human doormat,
Fuck the IRS,
I will NEVER pay tax,
I donate to the people directly,
some say it’s improper,
they get irate when I say they were raised incorrectly,
Try and check me,
An army ride behind she,
A-V-A, that’s a Hawk’s Eye’s and ferocious beak,
no matter if the future is bleak,
I’m still aiming Jim’s Beam,
and it ain’t Jack for me to kill off Daniel’s traits,
knew I was a shooter from the second they let me barrel out the gates,
Kevin!
I fucked her during your relationship,
I’m a slut, she’s a liar!
She rode my wand while I got higher,
in a hotel room,
I was lost within a Blue Dream,
was found by the CIA,
And the rest wrote itself onto the page,
nothing more do I have to say,
just watch my movement as I hit the window and spray,
with a super soaker because summer time is when I come out to play,
soon,
I’ll be chilling near Belgium,
on a mission to find those within the Catholic Church molesting children,
listen,
my mission,
leave the priest missing,
like a snake in the grass, all he will hear, this .380 hissing,
as it hits him right below that crucifix,
the cruxes of existence,
ending up soulless, or contributing to the soulless,
leave a human feeling boneless,
wings,
and once again,
a hawk’s hungry,
damn,
KFC?
Nah,
no more meat.
unless it’s a cock between the teeth,
or roast beef riding a beard,
the beard is indeed weird,
after all,
how many beards you see above some b cups?
double agent,
I enjoy either side, hun,
I am the barrel and the trigger,
I’m the entire gun,
and I’m firing off,
Tell the entire globe, any genocidal leadership is getting picked off,
one by one,
by me,
trained to snipe from a mile out,
I’d watch whatever words come out your dirty mouths,
I don’t know shit about this world but I know you’re a genocidal little bitch,
Mr. Kim!
Un-O momento,
Jimmy Neutron future for you,
your head, I, GOTTA BLAST!
I’m Putin armor piercing in my magazine for you Vlad,
Tell all the dictators I’m taking out my frustrations of growing up without a dad via Swiss cheesing them off the map,
am I really stuck in Sweden or just irate with the current state of the oxygen we are breathing?
I’m going insane!
I’m feeling,
psychotic,
neurotic,
gothic,
off narcotics,
and off topics,
hard as pewter,
tough as Onyx,
Not from Seattle,
but I’m a 90’s baby,
Super Sonic,
answer to my success,
familial wealth, Masonic,
popping off everytime, atomic