Woolf

Ages ago this city was held hostage 5-letter word wolf stencil colossus Sloppy by design but the style was polished Owned every billboard, boxcar and college He wore the price on his hand style gladly Knee deep in a mountain of hamburger patties Like fuck off bitch and don't forget the sesame seed bun Your 15 burners of fame are finally done He never slept, he never talked, he never even lived Just scribbled all the visuals swimming in his lid Word started spreading through multiple channels He was a task force robot in the shell of a vandal He wasn't in it for the fame, martre for the art starving Until the writer we love to hate went milk carton Never to be seen again a blip in margins Immortalized folklore legendary carving () And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) Living off soap operas and popsicles Amazed by the space separating us from God's missile Caught in the middle of a chicken pot pistol And the thought he's just mommy's little auctioned off cripple Secluded in the farms of northern Iowa Miles apart from things he'd die to touch You could feel the love in all the "I give ups!" Almost as much as the constant Vicodin buzz Pumps viking blood with the mind of a psychic thug But can't tie his shoes let alone ride the bus Stuck in total blackness eye's wide shut One in a million freak accident- just my luck The only thing keeping him alive is the vendetta And ten years of hate waiting to get out and get up The city mine, mine for the taking No returns every inch burned- liquidated () And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) Where he came from art was foreign Found a voice in graffiti cuz it never ignored him Became a generic arosol kid fuck air-Jordan Let's leave this shit hole and invest in distortion Hitch hiking with a sharpie marker thumbs high On a mission to tattoo every cloud in the sky After days of travel he landed in B-boy babylon Equipped with dated bubble letters that fad is gone He didn't know what he was doing but knew what he wanted He wanted to make a name bigger than your name-promise At all costs bombin- like a kamakaze comic But all too many fundamental tricks went forgotten Like fuck! there's a red cherry shadow coming after me I'm hanging solo on a clothes line ready to make a masterpiece Lost balance shattered knees cracked teeth handcuffed Billy club to the temple can't see () And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah) And we just want are names on the wall A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)