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THE IRON PSALM

Beats by Maven.

Moonshine and 808s.

Fuck it, we ball! Drop the beat.

Leveticus bite—gun fight—thrusters white, night light,
Helium bike ride tight, drive left, shoot right,
Callisto yards spark bright, arc light, mark might,
Dark Knight, Cast light. too bright. Hold tight.
pig squeal, brass wheels, cop feel, girls kneel,
Spray steel, honky reels, behind steel, make deals.
pork sword, crotch torn, kid born, abort afford.
Nanite swarms, new forms—shock whores, Oh Lord!

You sell air by the breath like a fuckin' prick;
We in space, motherfucker so you can dust this dick.
Clanker counting gold while the kin cough rust—
I tow your shit ride through Jupiter's crust.
Take my fuckin land, Bitch boil the Sea.
You ain't got enough bodies to take the sky from me.
Ganymede corn field—spaceships fly?
Why Try? Nah, Bye. Big Tymers still fly.
Big boned like cartman, punching drywall like Kyle.
Near-light speed engine, still can't catch my style.
bled at the stick when the bodies froze
Blast knuckle children on your wifes clothes (oh!)
Heavenkin hiding behind neon screens,
Bodger swings the wrench: fix your machines.
11 screams, gunslinger grieves—ring that bell;
The price is wrong, Bob, I'll see you in hell

(Ok, that was too far, RIP Bob Barker. Drew Carey is a bitch. spay and neuter your pets!)

J-brake trap, snare clap, bass slap, First Class,
Max Hax, Rat-a-tat—get a little fast cash.
Smoke grass,smash glass, blast past, lay wrath,
Gunslinger lamplight—ash mass—trash past.
Cold weld, bold held, preacher yells, magus spells,
Gold Rush, too much—rebel yells, Sex Sells.
wake up, ash and dust, wipe brow, sweat rust.
much lust—hip thrust—bust nut—now hush!

[fiddle solo]

Ceres weigh station tried to skim my fare;
I weighed the foreman with a barrel-straight stare.
I smoke folks with the Revolver Clap—
They flashed blue lights; I flashed my strap.
No fucks given for that shiny tin star;
I laugh while beefin lawman's wife in my car. (Whoa!)
You swing spreadsheets; I sling lead;
I got a plan Arthur, Redemption Red Dead.
You brand the cattle in the labor yards?
I fuck your girlfriend in her inside parts.
Moonlit pit shift, knuckles in grease—
You demand “order,” I preach “peace,”
Enforced in the streets with the Juggernaut stride,
Saddle up, grab your strap as we ride the sky.

J-brake trap, snare clap, bass slap, First Class,
Max hacks, Rat-a-tat—get a little fast cash.
Smoke grass,smash glass, blast past, lay wrath,
Gunslinger lamplight—ash mass—trash past.
Cold weld, bold held, preacher yells, magus spells,
Gold Rush, too much—rebel yells, Sex Sells.
wake up, ash and dust, wipe brow, sweat rust.
much lust—hip thrust—bust nut—now hush!

(outro-spoken)
The Iron Psalm, 7:9

“Though the night roars and the gates groan, I will not barter my breath; my oath is an anvil, and liars break upon it.”

(See ya space cowboy...)