Woodstock

~Woody Wood From the Hood~ Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life, Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife You log in, then log out A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt! Blind today, bald tomorrow, Big Bird, will be your only friend I can't seem to forget the day, you shed your final skin Revealing a darker snake, than the one in my garden Leaving the word betrayal, up to the imagination Trust not the fool, who thinks his halo is heaven sent Using a fake ballpoint pen dietary supplement Thinning out his wings, and losing the symbolic meaning Aging in a way, that spreads crows feet from top to bottom Sapsucker revolving yellow as if it was always autumn Pecking Hard Wood, MR Pecker of all woodpeckers Forgetting who's the real Home-wrecker Your dragging pants are no bother, Mr Woodpecker! I've gotten used to the tree talking and your creative vision Let's just say, "Gangster to Gangster, I gave you a mission." Keep rapping and tapping the same old street sign, Woodstock, on demand, crap out the peanut punch Whatever suits you for breakfast and lunch Don't forget dinner's also about me Go ahead! Peck away with deception, reveal your sullen evil feathers A disease urine Birdman, doing it snoopy style A flightless, lightless liar, nothing about him's worthwhile Keep manipulating the weak, whatever turns you on I'm not ready to shoot you down with my shotgun ~SKAT~