Button Up

 

I'm just a piece of Chinese Chess on your Go board,

don't look so grim, gaunt and dismayed, cra-gawk!

Whiteraven's on you, to hit your head bored;

entertain me, trick or treat hardcore ensured...

Button up, for I'm gonna X-Ray like a Hawk;

hit like a boomerang Pop-Eye. Try not to eat chalk.

Your number was up, say your prayers, Mr. Ford!

Hey don't run, time to Bible this, lets check ID;

through the fourth wall and behind closed doors,

I will still singe Alptraums ibn your skid

marked cranium, thick as Titanium alloy, no skip!

Did you make your peace with Lord Jesus, boars;

or did the cornerstone fell unto You – the score!

The game's a foot, lets boogie trance-mance down mid!!

Let me Pick your log file, as you pick my splinters;

XXX – ask away, why hath you so much Porn?

Why hath you so much hatred towards De Winters?

Why hath you so much dissent against Kindlers?

Whiteraven's awaiting in his den to check your scorn;

do you know Jesus, do you Paul, what's yours Bourne!

Ultimate Ultron Instinct gone Hyperion Agite stairs.