Cheech Kong

ala Google Plantation Tony..

I'm a scare to froperm! mine voice afrizzy!
I'm go preeching a lime, go preeching a lime
Chook Charlie watersnake up get up on you
Sour Limey Latin turnin twile and green
get up on his bb filled rubber donkey machine
birthday cake hoses, itsa hadda business
said 'fuck off' kid then brown shirty
or towing lame brickbat dolphin in a pi
sportshirt seized up, wouldn't alligator
no mo, can't take no buckets of golfballs
to pa's funery, then big old earlobes and
their balconies and martini dresses all
jasmine and sucha fine throwrug we cutlets
here champagne nostril enema the butler
left you before he went out dancing
in the swarming bug light, I'm still lime preechin
after all these years, gold beetle bloody in the
skin, white tree of ash following me through
the bones of the bb business, latin and limey
for brown shirt's wedding dress earlobes
covering its hovercraft eyeflakes, dolphin
in a pi such a fried birthday cake in your vinyl
oat mulch buckets or imagine each audience
member is a toilet, housed in "blind naked digestion"
and that their covoluted poor celan or que cera cera
microphone is a kind of "involuting bong tooth"
with jelly in the middle, a jelly that young natives
smear on each other's, but krakatoa.