Lyrics Gazpacho - Billy Woods , Blockhead

The last picture show
Always last to know
Never tired of watching grass grow
Plenty work to do might borrow the Master's tools
If I don't give em back that's your first clue
Pull dark skin over white bones winked like let's get this show on the road
Vacation in undisclosed locations redacted enhanced interrogation
Occams Ratchet
Rest assured call back when the line's secure Aaron Burr shot the gift left unperturbed
Jenga with words Risk with birds all Snakes & Ladders far as I can discern
Back on the gold standard eulogy was a banger
Even Granny red to ride on them neggers
Flattered me with seats in the rogue's gallery
Eat food like soo-woo but it ain't no calories
God's conscience
Frankenstein's monster
Tiger Blood out Sri Lanka
Nightcap Fernet Branca
40s and blunts with Samuel Doe son
Killa tape missin we all seen it once
Monrovia's Prince sip the Can of Kings the air hum redrum give you wings
Served cold like Gazpacho derb fold like tacos knock-knock go the Knockos
No shock they bagged Flaco Slippery slope or slow slalom top of the world, ma
I made it to the bottom watching the Cotton Bowl from a coffeeshop in Holland
Homesick stick-after-stick Super Pollum kept spittin till I got em cause I want em got
It's all fun and games till I catch you on the uprock it can't be what it's not