Looking in the grass, since a lot of factions are ran by snakes...
None of which have the drive, nor the inclination, to slam their brakes
End up Tiger Wooding themselves, into a center divider...
Holy Smokes, Woods! Are you OK? "Well, I said I can drive ya!"
Uhm. Sure thing, Chief. Yeah...speaking of Chief.
The freaking elite of smoking up the tent, incase you need the relief.
Get one hit off the Little Mountain, n' then I immediately sleep
And charge it to the game, but, this time I'm gonna keep the receipt!
Damn, I'm acting frugal.
But if you known me for 34 years, then, that's the usual.
My idea of luxury is spaghetti scraps, n' a pack of noodles...
Placed on a piece of paper, like children crafts, I use you as a device prop
and throw it, at your funeral. (Surprise!)
Your mother sheds a tear... but, that is expected.
There's not a lot of people that I have to connect with, so
my bandwidth, is optimal.
I made it possible to attach two computers together in my office, though
So it's not like you can stop this load, it's now complete.
Turn it off n' make my router sleep awhile, for peace.
My damn printer printing a thousand sheets
of source code through WIKI browser leaks
That allows me to push my alter ego to CARL HAUSER FEATS...
Ugh... get to the chopper.
Kick rocks, in other words, treat this like perpetual soccer.
Or, a second thought...
Don't you dare ever question Taut.
Twist your perception, with nothing more than a message block.
The depths of this ever lowering vessel, is special ops
- to you. I assure you: this is the multiverse that you're talking through.
Doctor Doom of RapBattles. Decepticon, for true...
Plus Voltron, improved. Feel the force of a demigod, pursue.
All your facades, removed.
The lodge, causing condensation to fog your views
For every eventuality you all can choose.
Either way, it's a dead end. What does that mean?
You won't need a carbon monoxide scare to be lucky to breathe...