Cake Gang

[Intro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah cakes and pies, cakes and pies
Okay which pie has the most sugar?
Peach cobbler
You win again, that's 4 games to one!
Well, fast food trivia is my game

[Verse 1: Chester P]
Dark arts stranger
Spaceman stepping from a wasteland
Universal meltdown soldier
I'm the chip on God's shoulder
Hot like a meteoric soldier
Laughing as the icebergs smoulder
Night nurse next to overdose king cobra stance
Casanova charm
Walk like a slim ogre
Wear a poker face
Eyes like a blim smoker
New Eraserhead fingering a major scale
Jackanory fam storytelling herbivore
Face-to-face in your imaginary World of war
Sister mercy got me burning in a bath of ice
Crazy poltergeist throwing Gods in the yard of Christ
Disillusionist, shrugging off the stars at night
Sitting in the boozer pissed laughing at the arms and plights
Pay respect to the archetypal architects of dialect
Once upon a time I was half as nice
Let's have a firefight
Punch like dynamites might
Fucked up indoors trying to fly a kite
Universal hype, last days, could it be?
Bring the storm when it's time we can all be free
Introverted
Trapped in the web of man
Trying to win against the players with the better hand
Dr. Pepperspang praying up a heffagram
Ninja star pentagram spraying up your rentavans

[Verse 2: Ed Scissor]
Swimming in the pigments of the artificial light
Mr Once-a-merry-fella walks his bloodhounds on the drive
In the silence of his haunted house a blunderbuss resides
Dealing diamonds with the Gods and breeding darkness in the skies
There's something in the air tonight, I can see it breathing in
The organisms creeping with the foxes of the night
Sitting deep inside the mausoleum chamber is your guide
Sending data through the black holes that the galaxy provides
Spy planes and satellites, spaghetti-western eulogies
Every take a cataclysmic shamble of a movie scene
Bless these great illusionaries projections of a lucid dream
Shoot the breeze stammers from a gated brain community
Everything that anyone had ever sought a prophet for
Was coded on this interstellar moshpit from a lonely star
A sixteen barrel overture inside a capsule made of bars
Battling the present with a weapon from the future past

[Verse 3: Jam Baxter]
As your inverted mouth tunnelled inward tryna eat its brain
And spat the morsels into space leaving but a greasy stain
I was busy leaving hell's pastures in the beating rain
Screaming "auf wiedersehen" strapped atop a speeding train
See I've been burning bridges with society at large
Which explains the ever present bonfire in my yard
And admiring the visage of the arsonist at work
Was the chick in charge of looking piff and lighting his cigars
See an unattended crown and a case of kleptomania
Left 'em bowing down to a naked feckless failure, I
Sauntered swiftly out the kamikaze training camp
Made it back for dinner with the sinners and their faces sank
It tasted rank
I'll return my rags and dance beneath the guillotines wrapped in just a burning flag
You can play the hag scratching blackboards in every scene
But kid it takes a whole lot of rum to fill an empty dream

[Verse 4: Dirty Dike]
Swigging from the top of every bottle neck I've ever seen
My introspect is often letting off a second jet of steam
Nobody can walk the path or replicate the steps I've been
Best believe I'll stuff a single sentence in your head and leave
Half the men I've gave respect have ended up in debt to me
With disrespective energy, big regrets and empty dreams
I follow steps of Kizza Kezza repping SMB
We get together bits of intellect reflect and let 'em breathe
So while you're stepping on my alphabetic expertise
Exercising every single cell of your pathetic steez
I'll be smoking crack with God and Jesus on a bed of leaves
Screaming at the ceiling feeling venom in my tendencies
I see the feeling as appealing where receptors be
The beating in my chest has reached a speed and reached a destiny
Definitely, I'll peel the peen and leak it like it's weaponry
Cock the fucking yoghurt gun and feed it to my enemy