Ballad Of A Word Salad (Part 1)

[Verse] Arrange a strange change to get you out the lift you drift is swift, that's what it's all about Do you see me, honestly before I talk? Or anywho, do you have a new style of a walk [Pre-Chorus] It's just to adjust, before the whore gets lost a lust, a disgust, but in the end a must [Verse] Compete the complete street by your house a stick, a brick, a gunclick, only hate to arouse What last were the best of the past in New York Shut your gut, 'fore you get shot with a rusty fork [Pre-Chorus] A glance at the fence without any sense makes you take glue to ache Lou for defence His eyes, they cry, stay nice, the prize's immense [Outro]