(Larry Fish )
Man, Larry Fisherman, you really, you really can make a beat, man

Um, I said this visual symmetry
Riveting sentences in calligraphy
Officially divinity, my conditions are critically
Important, horrorcore, assortment of orphans
Fuck a bitch, contortion, I´m a beast, Animorphin´ style
Act humble, I stumbled upon a fortune teller
My cash doubled, blew this shit out of proportion, fella
Brass knuckles to rumblin´ jungles, gods that pray
Some Our Fathers, Hail Marys, and I´m on my way
Fuck Twitter, there´s none ill as this but Fisker
Pick my ho up in it, then I bust in her
Puff Swishers ´til my lungs blister
Spittin´ tongue twisters, work ethic incredible, yeah, I´m from Pittsburgh

Got an intern, "Go and grab me the Swishers"
Read the book The Giver, analyze, Trent Dilfer
Wes Craven with less Satan, all hail Larry
The mass makin´ of homo sapien male fairies
I need more money, a little less dairy
Keep my bitches in The Sanctuary, pay ´em fairly
I´m Jim Carrey, you more like Drew
I´m eatin´ and you look a little more like food
You see, Satan was an angel before horns had grew
On my way up by La Brea, get a Norm tattoo
Beep that horn at you, bitch move
You look so confused
Yo, spent ten million
To to insure my mo´fuckin´ vocal cords
Good investment, I said, I spent
I spent ten million
To insure my motherfuckin´ vocal cords
That´s a good investment

Uh, said it´s the motherfuckin´
Beat makin´, weed breakin´ down
Complete faded, I´m cremated now
(Clean up on aisle seven)
And when your dreams make a creation, wow
I leave wasted to these sacred vows
Spend a while with a run-on sentence
It´s the beat makin´, weed breakin´ down
Complete faded, I´m cremated now
(Clean up on aisle seven)
And when your dreams make a creation, wow
I leave wasted to these sacred vows

Spend a little bit of time with a run-on sentence
And let it run

Let it run
Run as fast as you can little sentence

I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last, I tore my gown on a chair and he asked my name
Who´s he?
Gatsby, of course. Inside of a week, I get a package from Croirier´s with a new evening gown in it
Did you keep it?
Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty five dollars!
There´s something funny about a fella who´ll do a thing like that. He doesn´t want any trouble with anyone
Who?

Gatsby. Uh, somebody told me... Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once
Killed a man?
I heard that he was connected with the government during the war, in a high way. A spy, I heard
I heard he was in oil, from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Texas
I knew somebody who grew up with him in Saint Paul
Well, you look at him sometime when he doesn´t know anyone´s looking at him. You can see it in his eyes. I´ll bet he did kill a man
Which one is he?
Never really goes to his own parties. Just looks in to see who´s here, then disappears
God knows where he is

I have a question. I´ve been pondering, in my cabin, thinking. In the jungle, the carnivore is head predator. But take away the prey, what if the carnivore could only eat leaves? Would he survive?