Five Fingers

Take take, the medicine tastes great

Gotta keep in the city I'm way baked

Waiting for the meteor shading at twelve begin paint

The origin of a deeper leader will take place

Two coke bottles adorn the rope toddler

Rebel of refrigerator

Give him a Nilla wafer

No role model, provoke him to shift focus

Cus he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen

Kids got the darnedest crooks

All? get from an honest person

Bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn

Which he kept in the box in the yard

And the bark is far from a klepto-anthem

But a klepto-tangent

Prefaced the grand canvass

Dance to the dirt

Stand up, celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned

See it rolls off the tongue

Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung til it's done

Ready set kept it

He thefted a post-it

Later applied the motives to a moment of some grown shit

"Hey, you with the sharpie and BM!"

Did you foreplay the gm

Or you carpe the diem

Warplay the porn game

Wanna get the sure way

Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens

Trickery I'm back, talk

Fresh outta high school

On the prickly catwalk

Of the modern bright slide rule

Every last number in it's history

Got it's own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory, Thanks

Bathe in a bottle of your finest

Huckleberry sift through the piss looking for diamonds

For that hell appears to that in your climate

Get your money from the richest Seek your pussy from the flyest

Slow and low, Do or die calm

Suicide king and a tuck of the palm

Slow and low, do or die, stuck

Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck

And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you Capture the flag

One by one like little confused penguins

Larceny's yes when fools used weapons

Like a bitter little burgular jaded up at the buckets

He's dumb enough to pull up in public in the fuckin thing

Nope gotta configure the five fingers

Sorta hop wire vehicular skill is applicable

If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed

I hope the fruits of your labor relieve the initial rush

Like, step over the abysmal cusp

Matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals fucked

And make you read the mud, maybe make the stigma's crushed

Like "he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums"

And this is certified milk by the department of skullduggery

Shoplift quicker than ya shutter speed

Click! Missed, dip dumb colory

In another muddy river water til the rudder bleeds

Skip around the money Peel the color me bunny killer

Hovering where the mother feed

Gutter greed king

Let a crumby motherfucker breed fuck with me

It goes knock knock, rummy at an abrupt speed

The seed's all growns up, playing grown people games

Evil lames grown encompass the whole paper chase

Grip, better get the master plan

So when the workers of a secret graph expands,

Yes a pig is a cop, I got a villian for flock, so when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies will watch

I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked

Cus opportunity's fickle If they we're trickling Stop!

Capture the flag

Drag that crass little bastard flap through the hazmat glass

Laugh when he asks for it back

Scratch that

Welcome to the magic and a basket of cash

Slow and low, do or die, calm

Suicide king and a tuck of the palm

Slow and low, do or die, stuck

Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck

And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you Capture the flag