Bush League - Blockhead, Billy Woods

Walked in scanning the room for human shields

Victory formation, only time he ever kneels

Reeducation camp greeter, name tag says «Bill»

Is this your first time in the killing fields?

We’re not trying to reinvent the wheel

You gon' get this work

Look alive like botched drug deal

Team building exercise

Big ice, orange zest, no peel

Old-fashioned how he kept it really real

Losing sponsors, press release says «I'm too ill»

Not responsible for my comments

Face turn heel

Don’t let your Happy Meal congeal

Laying there killed

By the cops

You know record sealed before the body dropped

News coverage reset your body clock

Now you know the time like Bol Bol

White supremacy — the worthiest of opponents

Exchanged jerseys and shook hands

«Both teams played hard, my man!»

A couple flavors

A couple favors

A cup of coffee in the majors

Today’s paper

Ten years old, phone calls, heavy breathing

Mom said, «No more lies or I’m leaving»

Rang again, she screamed

He walked out came back that evening

Last time they ever called the house

Apple didn’t fall far from the bar

Real butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth

Land o' Lakes, one ship, the hand don’t shake

Shoebox full of dollars short, day late

Plea cops brought into the wake

Comin' in hot

My wave point break

Under the radar, over the treetops

Cut the cake, ate it too

She spit on it for lube

I’m the smartest dummy in the room

Gave a reading

Now you fiending like stuff you could cook in a spoon

Running on fumes

Desert island on horizon not a moment too soon

She rode a broom through the gloom

But I was happier marooned

Hidden from the searchlights

Rescue flights

Pack your water pipe

Hemingway shotguns through the nose

Ghost’s voice, Rae’s flow

The devil you know

A couple flavors

A couple favors

A cup of coffee in the majors

Today’s paper