Mud

My name written in blood, my sword covered in rust

My songs written in mud, I'm in the trench with no one to trust

The things I counted on been ground into dust

God bless the child of its that sprouted underground with the C.H.U.D

Except for falling in love ain't no better feeling on the earth

Than getting the smirk wiped from off of your mug

Undecoded and been voted "The Least Likely to Budge"

Taking chances where the answers always "all the above"

Good luck calling my bluff, had to lay the hammer

On your hunt and gathering stuff, It was rather abrupt

Set the balance for battalions too wary to lug

Rations across a battlefield that's barren, shit is barracks or bust

Nobody taught me not to stare at the sun

Only photocopies for the class to share and discuss

Man, your mathematics may be fine for finding the sum

But that ain't nearly what's up

I'm covered in that grit

Covered in that sludge

Covered in that muck

Covered in that mud

See, I'm covered in that sweat

Covered in that blood

Got covered in that stuck

Covered in that mud

Yeah, time to make the donuts

Eat, drink, annihilate the bogus

Wide awake and snarling, the dark wings opening on my darling

I speak in holy code and keep the rodeo alarming, homie

Old eyes parrot a roach that won't die

Slow night spirit looking for a hive to ghost ride

Over the river through the woods, I eat the bread, I spoon the mush

Keep it dirty, we prefer misshapen over cookie cut

My office hours are noon for thirty seconds

Then it's off into the tempest for berries and buried treasures

Trade tall tales with lepers and lost dogs

Swing claws at pinatas and the shapes of all y'alls

Hey, the new voice of a defective species

Reflect from the cheap seats, checking his cheat sheets

Eat a raw horse heart, yum, yum, four stars

At the fork is a forfeit of a foreign march

I'm covered in that grit

Covered in that sludge

Covered in that muck

Covered in that mud

See, I'm covered in that sweat

Covered in that blood

Got covered in that stuck

Covered in that mud

Swap a ace out for a joker

Rise with the rebels, feisty, feral

My poker face is not for playing poker

Never die, never shy from the pedal

The number on my ticket reads eternity

Up in the wee hours, bark in a building

See it

Feel it

I'm steady as the fingers of a surgeon

Aware the destination is as absurd as the excursion

Aware that the extent of the hilarity will vary

And the climax and the ending all depending on the version

Spongebob PJs, dreaming of deep space

Sleep spooning a nuclear briefcase

Spoon sugar till his teeth ache, three cheers

Two for his team, one queen in the bee beard *btzz*

I'm covered in that grit

Covered in that sludge

Covered in that muck

Covered in that mud

See, I'm covered in that sweat

Covered in that blood

Got covered in that stuck

Covered in that mud