Off-Key

My favorite word in the English language is nincompoop
The ish I really do differs from I think I do
Pikachu, I be shooting all of these lightning bolts
Met Ben Franklin and I made his fricking kite explode
I hit the highs and lows, check out my vinyl flows
I snagged them out a trashy bargin bin at Five Below
Excuses my French before, my tongue has a mind of its own
It twists itself whenever untrue lies are exposed
I'm ripping all the bars apart and breaking off the chains
Smashing my little piggie bank and taking all the change
Hipsters and rejects, scene kids and beatniks
All trying to be different and that makes them all the same

Oops, I think I went off-key
You should slow down, you lost me
No, I do not try to be remembered, I'm not another song quote
So forgive me if I slip and hit the wrong note
I go off-key

My favorite chord is a A flat minor siete
With arpeggio, I spray that fire
Over unconventional, edible instrumental vegetables
Except for pickles, I left a nickel for your centerfold
Brought back to debate, yeah it's either or
Suck your soul like an Azkaban Dementor
My whole life is a chapter of medieval lore
So watching all these eagles sore; some I haven't seen before
I disagree with wars, but I support the troops
I strike enemies with thunder like Thor and Zeus
We sit in luxury, eating our assorted soups
And start to feel torn and loose when our fucking porridge cools

My favorite's short and sweet, born to speak till I got distorted speech
More to seize, slowly stomp around like I got tortoise feet
Breeze, soaring free, so ornately
Don't orderly follow the yellow bricks like Dorothy
I torn a piece of hope from the point of no return
Happy or your sad, the choice is always your's
And this noise is so absurd, criticisms and opinions
If it's none of your business, please don't bother to get in them
Or sticking your nose in what does not matter
"I'd like a side of gossip with a cup of sly chatter"
And I think my mind's fatter from all of this information I do not need
I just wanna rock my steez, drop some hot free's
Like Motley, yeah my crew got my back
Yeah, my crew is my pen and my mood and my pad
What to do when you rap? They clueless in fact
Beats be top cuisine not a juice and some snacks