(It's my duty to inform younThat Honey Bunches of Oats is the greatest cereal ever created by man... MankindnnSmart start is a similar cerealnNot as many clustersnGotta have the clusters)nnInto dust we gonDirt, gum, hair, and snownInto dust we gonHair, gum, dirt, and snownnQuixote comma DonnDime by the squatters dogsnCaught by the shaman's O well innBombin' the common grognOver flood a levy hope it soaks the berry rootsnReanimate the council of the topiary wolvesnMove em out, raw hidesnStood his ground like a two headed hound with God's eyesnThe botiny's alive, and rotten meatnI'm Ace I foot the fertilizer bombsnLike water until they morning of the skillful IP farmsnThe chealthiest canary in the mind's overdosesnWith a cane it's Luke to skeletosis smells like guns and rosesnHonestly the barking biter reek fully shitnHeed to recede to be eager to tip or be meet with a spitnAre you the singing bush? (Yep) Spring the quid and minor keysnAin't nothin a mechanic on the linus to the virus reigns tigernLook, bring your bangers to brawlnAnd bring your bangers and mash home for all, it's rawnnInto dust we go (still chewing gum)nHair, gum, dirt, and snownInto dust we gonHair, Gum, dirt, and snownnCoyote comma Wile E.nFighters never stand stillnChase birds, dodge pianos and falling anvilsnJaws snorting now and laters, apple, cherry, grapenWith green grass roots to float the topiary apesnAny weather, the Macy's november with few tethersnWe spotlight to the city like a Bambi eye collectornPower Pill Fist, Donkey Kong, chess, check the gesturenPinecone avalanche hit the deckernTwenty wolves up, one down, what a townnSquirrels in the chimney too stubborn for puffin outnI'm on a record (Yep) can't say I blame the little bastardsnCause tonight's I'm gonna allow pass to the practice for the pacifistnFour children pad gather bloody flowersnTo sprinkle on the human analog cadavers afternWith no gorilla sign language break through for the momentnJust a pit bull on harry for the clothes that no one owes you, bitchnnInto dust we gonDirt, gum, hair, and snownInto dust we go (the fuck am I on?)nHair, gum, dirt, and snownnKenobi comma BennMingled the common mennHe had the fangs of Gengis Kahn, he had the heart of Gunga DennTobacco in the bleachers bright confetti everywhere (Weeee!)nTo celebrate the influx of the topiary bearsnAnd when they infiltrate the picnics with they limbs inside the honeycombsnThey grub up to the oyster club for shadows of your sunny homenNobody knows your troubles, your woes are holy rollingnCause jungles wont discriminate when grossly ever growingnEvery blow and every trolling butter bowingnEvery soldier, every lawnmower, motorboats with bends insider their starternWe stock up on the 99 octane and DDTnLike seymour's little shop in a moment that made me thinknGod damn, garden clubs are parkered up to share spare partsnIt sucks for John Deere's and armored trucksnHard enough's for what you put the panic buttons fornThis is not your parent's bio-organic war!nNonNo, no, no