Diatribe The Phantom Stranger - Muddy Paws Lyrics

I'm just a raconteur writing rap songs
That's not sure I will last long
Have not cured what the past caused
Take the mask off
Have to be more than a mascot
For the ignored and the poor little sad sods
Forced in the door picking padlocks
First thing I heard was a chorus of trash talk
Laughed off
Being judged by the jury I fervently hatch plots
Cast rocks like they never had a bad thought
Smashed all the glass jaws
Of these curious georges who search me on laptops
Nerds who are perverts, I'm murky a sasquatch
In the backdrop of the blurriest snapshots
Scurry and hurry to blast off
Ad hoc astronauts, slap box
With anyone who can hurt me and has claws
Scratch that abstract master of the black arts
Nah I'm just a crackpot whack job
With a pen and a pad for some words in a journal Performing for ragdolls

I'm not big on god and country
I'm a grown man only mom can judge me
Don't really care you ain't gotta love me
But one thing's clear you are not above me
Don't point claws if your paws are muddy
And don't think you're not flawed and ugly
Don't take odds that'll cost you money
I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody
You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

I'm not big on god and country
I'm a grown man only mom can judge me
Don't really care you ain't gotta love me
But one thing's clear you are not above me
Don't point claws if your paws are muddy
And don't think you're not flawed and ugly
Don't take odds that'll cost you money
I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody
You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

In my mind there's a tomb that they'd like to exhume nightly
To review files from my life like a crime scene
Finding clues that might lead to proof that denies these truths
That I'm finding providing juice from a lying fruit
As I'm climbing in my tree of winding roots
Trying to undo what is likely Two different sides of colliding views
I'm consumed by the gruesome gratuitous violence
In quiet rooms where the silence grew like a giant
Loosen the ties that can bind me to this timeless loop
Like a noose I'm entwining
To use them as sutures for wounds that I'm hiding
From knives that have sliced me through
I freeze in the high beams of the rising moon
The crying wolf with suicidal gloom to his rhyme scheme
Lightning bolts when I'm writing
I convulse while I'm typing notes
Can't find a pulse in the live feed
Nah I mean?
Some things run in the blood From mother to son
While others are druthers that someone discovers and does
What if I was
One of the hundred assumptions They run with like buzzards to lunch
It comes with the turf but enough is enough
Son of a gun there's no shutting them up
But what have they done?
Nothing but wondering what I have brung
These suckers are plucking for crumbs

I'm not big on God and country
I'm a grown man only mom can judge me
Don't really care you ain't gotta love me
But one thing's clear you are not above me
Don't point claws if you're paws are muddy
And don't think you're not flawed and ugly
Don't take odds that'll cost you money
I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody
You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

I'm not big on God and country
I'm a grown man only mom can judge me
Don't really care you ain't gotta love me
But one thing's clear you are not above me
Don't point claws if you're paws are muddy
And don't think you're not flawed and ugly
Don't take odds that'll cost you money
I swim with the sharks while my heart is bloody
You think you're hard but you're soft as putty

I'm not impressed at all by pomp and circumstance
And while they talk in circles where they don't
Watch their filthy mouths or wash their dirty hands
Well if you are the jury then my mom's the judge And I'm the one that's on the stand
Then I'll request a bench trial