We stola the payola
boldly like CRAYOLA
drive-by in a Carola
V-6 engine, nice
well, V-7 to be PRECISE
We shot the alte kacher
he grumbled like GRUMBACHER
no time to see a doctor
as blood clumps like granola
We're making eMILLe like Zola
Jesus what a hassle
hide-out in FABRE-CASTELL
next to the House of WISOR
AND NEWTON's on the futon
with his girlfrend where he pins her
They'll never find the body
It's underneath the lobby
that's giving the whole MOTEL
a moqt MYSTERIOUS smell
no time for a CATHEDRAL
your man's UNDERGROUND in hell
UNBUILDING your crime PYRAMID
is driving me berzerk
I go through Hordes like She-Rah did
that's THE WAY THINGS WORK
So now you know the dealuh
Begone like Egon Schiele
I'm all set to burst 'til
you kill yourself like Richard Gerstl
I step off stage calmly
and girls all Cy like Twombly