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