the z’s gone for poaching now
and the guardposts where we used, smoke
the ambush sites we used to sweat
aint no Ma Deuce
aint no kids
aint no joke
just rusty ol’ mines in a ocean o shit
it churn over n under w every dolphin-head rain
it churn over n under w every dolphin-head rain
with every egret explodes into the sky
i piss in my pants i swallow my chew
