Bukubru

[Verse]
Well it is
Quite funny don't you say
How we all turn chicken
In the midst of
All this haze here
That face clear
Tell me that you weigh fear
Heavy with the wish
Of never passing
Through my way

Oh dear
Now please don't let me spoil up the feast
Coil what I'm couging
Don't you worry bout a thing there
I simply wish to chatter up a stream here
And talk about the sorrows
Or something quite similar see

These ministers
And village old sisters don't
Really care for me
Due to reasonings of rubbish
But I find that them intents
Sitting in the fact that all them old chumps
Couldn't really seem to cook the brew like I do

Sigh phew
Boi you act like I do
Any sorta of damage with
The will that all you tyrants choose
To reek upon
Any sorry fellows
With them eyes skewed marked
With a stain that ain't too washable there

Now that don't seem like logic if you ask me
Actually that silly nonsense shall not pass me

Lads see them sugar coated boils
Feed them kiddies bout like any sort of
Toilet junk to catch me

Now don't you catch the
Drift in which they're masking
I could smell that fecal matter
Pouring at them chapped teeth

And it's simple if you lived how long I've lived
But I know thats quite a task
To ask you peasants just to grasp to

[Chorus]
'Cus pello he paint it clear
No reasons to find fret

That noggin and blank stare
Shows slacking and wrong steps

That footing you break down
Seems needing a clean sweep

So bring in that clean sweep
And rinse it with whats left out the cauldron

No dawg you question
Well come talk to me

Don't halt them questions
Boi come talk to me

I know it's hard
When ignorance runs large

But I promise you really
You really can come talk to me