All I wanna do is Lay low Blaze Dro Let the day go All I wanna do is Play some games Go into space mode All I wanna do is take a day to reset Catch my breath and get to facing the next When I’m ready for some faking and fretting on everyone’s vacant expressions Flipping the pages at the pace of “Break Ya Neck” Hello patrons, place your bets Who can say which way he went? Who can play the games he claims are all in jest While I scoop two plates of the main event That cuckoo brain’s all awash in flame while I’m watching it spraying mace and phlegm Yeah, Q U A’s got a lot to say, but I’m not just taking the space to vent I’m making ‘em wrestle Got Jacob baked in a pretzel That spladle stay ‘til I let go Making faces’ll get you no attention Those testicles'll get tickled ‘til I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson And then we goin’ to fetch some din, I’mma bring you to Buca di Beppo Speaking of who wouldn't get most of the bread thrown You can settle for the best of the necro specials after I do the euguggliatta Forgot I’m the Long Dong Dalai Lama? Singing the Thong Song with your father? Dripping in fondant, in a sauna? Got me a spliff, and I'm chewing a neck bone But all I wanna do is not eat animal parts Y’all tearing families apart and getting some terrible farts Damaging hearts Grease and gristle going where it can start planning to cram in a dark cranny and slam into park Damn it y’all All I wanna do is Eat potatoes They’re fuckin great So grab a plate, bro ‘Cause all I wanna do is Make more of the homies face toward the only way forward And all I wanna do is say one day you’ll regret the taste of death But I think I’m wasting my breath I stay to the left of the place they make painstaking effort to name the center I’m way too deft to put much faith in blatant meddlers fake as them Hello, hey, let’s take a swim Who can guess which cage I’m in? Who thinks yesterday, the catch of the day was filleted in the laser gaze of Invader Zim? I play pretend on a weighted sled with gaiters baited to the brim When they come sniffing, that’s when I get to taking fins That’s when I get to making fibs Fiddlesticks I ain’t got that shit, go fish I ain’t a rocket scientist, I’m just high as shit S’why I don’t make no sense No, no, no, no I’m not gonna part with a mile, you won’t get a goddamn inch I’m sick of you walking off with my moccasins The toe keeps popping its stitches I got a decision to make And I’m thinking you may wanna not be the cause of indifference You got me deplenished Probably shocked at my reticence Betting I’ll copy your interest Nodding and bobbing along as we listen But I’m not in the targeted audience Difference is, Quadro is already potty-trained Dripping on top of these crawling, incontinent children All I wanna do is talk to you about that stupid doo-doo mouth that you keep spouting all that putrid dookie out If you have the power to cool it down, then do it now How many humans think they’re truly Doogie Howser? Fuck the Dunning Kruger crowd The rubes abound All I wanna do is Scrape those mangoes from where your brain goes All I wanna do is Take hold of those inane lobes right through your face hole ‘Cause all i wanna do is maybe pay some respect to the way you’re blessed just to be able to pay attention And when it wanes, you get replaced with a brainless pest You’re falling prey to the great deception And every day I’m less afraid of the way it ends Hell of a phrase, I’ll say it again I ain’t afraid of the face of death I may maintain some basic weapons aimed at the nascent threats that shape where I place my steps I try to stay alert to this plane’s fun little games and play ‘em my best While I’m wide awake to the purpose of pain, and some of the ways nature selects What a graceful mechanism It’s requisitional Let the little ones guess, and go check ‘em all Test the rhythm Reflect the winners And spade graves for the rest It’s the same on many physical levels Miniscule cells to the individual Building to metaphysical realms connected to vague space in our heads I do the same thing with myself Hop in and flame-bathe for my health It might sound way strange, but it’s basic maintenance Make changes or else If you lose your way, then say you need help But the usual claims just make me check out ‘Cause the same damn traits you think make you special gotta get let go to save our house And all I wanna do is find out how we’re gonna bounce around these obstacles that keep popping up as we’re knocking ‘em to the ground I’ve found a lot I spot ‘em walking ‘round the block I’m down to ponder how to stop it But if all you want is talk, I’d rather not Yah yah

Look at me, I got so many blessings Look at me, I am so very blessed I did, I did, I did, I did, I did the iditarod trail Used to be like “woe is me” Refused to believe I could ever get unstuck from the clutch of the web I wove But it’s easy to see that I’m better now Didn’t know my will was free Assumed I’d be getting what I get Until I figured if I try to understand myself, I might just get to where I’ve ended up So I threw some effort into the self-work Improved my network Reduced my net worth, according to some But fortunatement, the importance afforded to fool’s endeavors is irrelevant Whatever’s at the root and center is bent on pursuing the truthful splendor The new and ever-renewing effervescent set of clever and elusive illusion-edges Ooh ooh, look at that, I’m a true pretender Life starts in a spot you need lube to enter So who could question the use of the warp and woof to pour through some more soup for beggars? Confused and selfish, like “who am I spending on?” Who are you stepping on? Whose tomb’s got enough room for the doom of the under-echelon? A few tools you can’t use Is it you, is it Epsilon? Buca di Beppricon, Psalm fifty-one You knew I had to hit ‘em with the bum bickiti-bum Wiki-wiki-wah Wikiti-wikiti-wah Wikiti-god lives in all, big and small Think of a limit, you’re thinking it wrong So I dissolve in time, depart the mind, and go to where I get it from The inner outer work is always never done Et cetera, et cetera I bring about the words of fallen heaven-dust I sing about the worlds on my agenda Yeah Cause I am the thing that blessed me with this penmanship And guess what? So is everything I can turn an ouroborus to a wedding ring I stand firm against the word of the Pretender King Reciprocating the anti-fractal Anticipating a frantic battle My pen’s been waiting My plants are saddled My ship’s a strange one, with hands for paddles I’m commiserating with limitation as I’m slipping into a different station Hip hip, hooray! It drips bits of rain But I’m still getting in a great big parade I’mma not always follow the rules If you see what I’m doing, you prob’ly could too Use the proper tools when you cobble them shoes No, you can’t keep mine, but I made a little model for you Now every time I drop in the booth, you can spot the improvement I used to ga-ga to the goo Now I dribble so godly and smooth 'Cause I got the same tutor who taught y’all to move in the womb I’m a sesame bun! You can bet I sneak up when the recipe calls for some salt in the wound It’ll never need much But the envious ones all better keep up when I waltz in the room ‘Cause if it’s gotta be competition, Quad’ll be hopping all up in it With a bit of what I’ll fondly call the “jibbity jobba jibba” That'll chippity-chop to ribbons any riddim that I spit it on And get me across the finish on a mission Then, if I win the contest I’ll split the profits amidst some prophets with sinless targets Maybe someday I’ll have some bigger pockets Or Biggoron’s wallet all filled with nonsense As long as y’all get something real From the field A bumper yield A wondrous feeling, we’ve done the deal It’s there and back again to Bag-end, Underhill I carry packages for bad friends It’s fun to steal plunder sealed up with real tough bunker shields I go and slough a little fluff for the fungisphere Then I’m right back on my Tom Bombadil, I go: Miles zippity bungabee Miles zippity bungabee Miles zippity bungabee Miles zippity bungabee And that’s the kind of blessing you can get from having sessions where you let your inner segments wiggle in the fifth dimension Incidental to integrity is everything I mentioned Lessons sprinkled in the mess for your digestion Come and get it Look at me, I got so many blessings Look at me, I am so very blessed I did I did I did I did I did the Iditarod trail Used to be like “woe is me” Refused to believe I could ever get unstuck from the clutch of the web I wove But it’s easy to see that I’m better now Didn’t know my will was free Assumed I’d be getting what I get Until I figured if I try to understand myself, I might just get to where I’ve ended up