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House #666
- Driveway was dirty, random shit on the lawn
- A roach, a rodent, a rabbit and a swan
- I moved like a pawn to investigate what’s on
- Then a raunchy rat approaches me in my arms
- He shocks me with his venom in my denim
- Jacket, it’s cold so I got the ice on to match it
- But back to this tragic or some could say magic
- Event that happened as I stepped on the pavement
- The rat was saying to me as I was struggling to breathe
- “You’re gonna wake up a whole new being”
- In my mind I was wheezing, me? Kafkaesque is leaving?
- Then the rat said back cuz he could here my thoughts
- “All you’ll ever do now is rhyme and flow nonstop”
- “Like an onslaught?” “Yes”, I slept as dawn dropped
- Woke up the next morning to grab a cup of grub
- Couldn’t find it so I asked my wife for a mug
- She said no, “last time you drank you threw up!”
- I said “Ooo fuck” then went back to the yard
- Met up with the ducks and dapped them up hard
- Went back to the house to explore a little further
- Saying “damn this world really gets me nurtured”
- House number 666
- With a cross (upside down crucifix)
- I revoke
- They provoke
- Numbers read and they poke
- Strip down the number of the beast quick
- House number 666
- Got to the door, knocked once, then twice
- Then sliced the floor open, dug it real nice
- Entered through the floorboards, it sufficed
- Popped my head up as I spotted 3 blind mice
- Asking me “Kafka, where’s all the ice?”
- “On my wrist, that’s right!” They said “YA!, sike”
- Then asked for the little cubes that be cold
- “The one in drinks a drunkard drinks sevenfold?”
- “Hell ya bro, navigate us to it and get close!”
- “What you need it for?” “Don’t worry bout it yo!!”
- “Okay follow me slow pass this closet bro”
- I walked slow for four minutes, my pores swole
- I made a wrong turn and they all hit a wardrobe
- Stars in their face they seaming around the place
- “what the fack Kafka, I thought you were the way!”
- “I’m sorry little man’s, I’m not tryna play!!
- But ooh, the ice you need is round this way”
- I get to the fridge, just a smidge away from it
- Open the freezer full of Geedeorahs and believers
- Lemon squeezers and bleacher, a teacher, a preacher
- I look back at them, their head red from the bump in
- With the closet, I find the ice for them as they cop it
- They said “I knew we’d suffer, our predictions were right!
- That’s why we can’t trust you humans for shyte!!”
- House number 666
- With a cross (upside down crucifix)
- I revoke
- They provoke
- Numbers read and they poke
- Strip down the number of the beast quick
- House number 666
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