Black Snow (feat. Nikki Jean)

Black is the color of the snow Snacks in the cupboard by the stove 3-wicks clutter up his home Deep-six whatever you know Keep fit shoveling the coal Keep silly putty on the funnies Nail down the sum of what you own Phone every someone that you owe Cut your own hair in the sink Change into something that you'd wear If you were summoned to the throne Do advanced math on the walls Talk to your plants, tell 'em something bad from the vaults Try to split a lentil into threes Visualize a future with your tabby in a broth Make your own arrows, learn to throw an axe into a log Get it casual as a cashew in the maw Write a phone number with a magnum on your arm One that when you call it someone answer but they aren't there to talk Black is the color of the snow Cash in the cupboard by the stove Free kicks clutter up his home The dream is a ferry in the fog Sheepskin buffering the cold Sweet wind to carry you to god Free brunch buffet on the boat Real maple syrup is involved Real shame peace is a theory not a law Precipitation should be clear or not at all, but Black is the color of the snow Stash in the cupboard by the stove Keepsakes clutter up his home Cell death coming up the coast Freedom ain't a function it's a mode Throw a couple punches in the mirror Punch up your approach, on some "Are you talking to me" or a thumper out the coat? Draw something savage on the back or the front or the both A taunt for the fungus and the mold Stomp around the room like a child Throw your fucking baba on the floor Trauma down to ruin you inside Body like a buoy in the tide Vomit come shooting through his eyes Brain in the pan, black is the color of the paint in the can Remove all the tubes and the wires Polish every tooth in your smile Document the true and livin', not the irrefutably beguiled Black is the color of the snow Rats in the cupboard by the stove Cheap tricks clutter up his home The dream is a ferry in the fog Queen-pin stuffing up his cones Sweet wind to carry you to god Least fit chumming up the moat TV on clearance at the mall Refreshing water disappear into mirage Precipitation should be clear or not as all, but Stick out your tongue and taste it Chase it with a dirty smile Find beauty in the wasted We gon' be here for awhile Fall back, fall down Wave your arms and legs around We make them all the same but Angels, they look different now O' death, O' death Could ya please hold a moment, I am so in effect In the red corner, black snow a notable threat I'm in the blue corner, satin over solar event Golden oval on the belt, granny floral on the trunks Orange tiger on the robe, iron horseshoe in the glove I ain't foreign to the dance, I been up against the ropes And refs, granted never while I'm humming "Let it Snow" Let it snow, I thread a whole cyclone eye In no time, zebra coat never not bone dry Get it, I don't wanna set the wrong tone But I hear a bell ding, there another pawn go Footwork dirty, a blur to the eye witness Encourage a crowded theatre to curse at a fried Christmas What plague add blood to the flakes Something from another world, son, the water ain't safe And I step in the arena with a hundred one apes Looking dead at the upheaval like it's summer at the cape I'm saying, nothing shake the mother of all hate Like a plea to "Hurry up I got another ball of snakes On the schedule", the principal of other pressing matters Press the button get the present company Abracadabra'd This ring is a beach house, for critical beat downs And free snow cones between rounds It go, cash only, ashes ashes Bet the farm, Aes get the dark cloud active Pay-per-view event live, prehistoric man fights Visual analogy of profound baggage For the folks in the back row Stomping on the floor when the black snow Glass Joe Thank you, y'all have a safe night See you in the morn, the forecast ain't right