Gazpacho - Blockhead, Billy Woods

The last picture show

Always last to know

Never tired of watching grass grow

Plenty work to do, might borrow the Master’s tools

If I don’t give 'em back, that’s your first clue

Pull dark skin over white bones

Winked like let’s get this show on the road

Vacation in undisclosed locations

Redacted enhanced interrogation

Occam’s Ratchet

Rest assured, call back when the line’s secure

Aaron Burr shot the gift left unperturbed

Jenga with words, Risk with birds

All Snakes & Ladders far as I can discern

Back on the gold standard, eulogy was a banger

Even Granny red to ride on them neggers

Flattered me with seats in the rogue’s gallery

Eat food like soo-woo but it ain’t no calories

It is what it has to be

God’s conscience

Frankenstein’s monster

Tiger Blood out Sri Lanka

Nightcap Fernet Branca

40s and blunts with Samuel Doe son

Killa tape missin', we all seen it once

Monrovia’s Prince sip the Can of Kings

The air hum redrum, give you wings

Served cold like Gazpacho

Derb fold like tacos, knock-knock go the Knockos

No shock, they bagged Flaco

Slippery slope or slow slalom, top of the world, ma

I made it to the bottom

Watching the Cotton Bowl from a coffee shop in Holland

Homesick stick-after-stick Super Pollum

Kept spittin' till I got 'em, cause I want 'em got

It’s all fun and games till I catch you on the uprock

It can’t be what it’s not