We offer you

Escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today

Underneath the I-5 freeway

Overpass, over by the Acheron's east bank

You can find a giant parking lot where almost no one parks

Save a couple stolen cars, camper vans, Noah's arks

Oh and Aes, beaker bubbling over on his coat of arms

Right beside a golden blade, banner reading, "No regard"

Moor his vessel, adjacent to KVL's whip

Exit to the smell of piss and what fresh hell is this?

Helter-skelter, the Lord of Flies fire dance scene

Simulcast to either side of the bike path

And back through a spyglass, passed around the pirate ship

That anchor in the city to iffy up the environment, it's dire

Street performers juggling for nobody

To other street performers singing, "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary," for nobody

Fireworks punctuate the poetry

Invaders on that Troublemaker, notice me, locals going

Don't come around here

Don't you come around here

There's nothing for you

There really ain't nothing for you

Don't come around here

Don't you come around these parts

There's nothing for you

These parts might transform you

Leaning on my car, playing beats, blowing smoke rings

Calling on the kings folk to meet him where his phone pings

Posted with the Sphinx nose, spinning his decoder ring

Swallowed by a sinkhole and spat back, smoldering

Whoa, the homie's a Picasso with the Bondo

Where the sidewalk ends in a pot of gold and garbaggio

One man's another man's, some see a summer camp

Some see a whole bunch of nothing, some the motherland

Pigeon country, every day it's something different

Get acquainted with the changes, knowing greater change is imminent

That being tuned into the second with the sketchiest minutia

Make a moment we will reference in the future, like

Motorcycles doing donuts on a April eve

In sync and silhouetted by a flaming Chevrolet Caprice

Endangered species here to shape a land of make-believe

Instead of showing up to wager on a way to leave

Don't come around here

Don't you come around here

There's nothing for you

There really ain't nothing for you

Don't come around here

Don't you come around these parts

There's nothing for you

These parts might not warm to you

Tribes overlap in the pit, let's interact

Did the math, you ain't add up to shit, it's a trap

It's a gathering of the fattest river rats in the mist

On some land ho, hand over the hand over fist

A hundred cannibals clashing from every corner and quad

It's brutalism in the jaws of the jocks

Goth lords gaining ground, howling Karens calling the cops

I'm the oracle's oracle, I'm a orphan of God

Dot, dot, dot, dummy come and jump into the ring

Where you might find out steampunk is still a thing

Chrome lowrider bikes, fireside in pageant

It's where the figure-eighting rider bonds to his dragon

Fighter pilot vibes, up and away

I keep the photograph that comes with the frame, what does it say?

Get invested where the mess'll test the temperament

And render you completely unrecognizable, better yet

Don't come around here

Don't you come around here

There's nothing for you

There really ain't nothing for you

Don't come around here

Don't you come around these parts

There's nothing for you

These parts might come toward you