NAVI - Picnibus!? lyrics

I've spelunked through the iris of the Mona Lisa's eyelids For an echo of the anecdote Da Vinci told for smiling I hypothesized a ratio for jam glazed icing to preserve The sweet taste of this recipe I'm trying for this outing My a**ociates procure a trip routing. I want Ansel Adams ambiance, not rampant overcrowding But to dampen on the day at hand, the nimbus over clouding Skim the works of Robert Browning, thought maybe God was frowning I chip some crushed ice with the pick that probed Trotsky Play a pickup game of tonsil hockey in my iced coffee Now, lunch goes properly and it's time to try the product I ginsu a slice deep as Rockefeller's wallet pocket Whipped cream dollops. Yes, I channel Jackson Pollack in the manner of my people. Hands on Unpolished on my culinary knowledge But, I felt that you'd see promise And focus on what matters Cause on the subject of what matters You got essays and dossiers You're Antoine Lavoisier But not today You tuck away one bite before your gums flap Throwing shade enough to set the sun back, like "None of that." So you can't stand my cobbler Leave me in the lurch, now I'm Frankenstein's Monster Leave me in the dust, but I'm used to being grounded Used to being the dog being hounded So perhaps I overmade it. Set the Kenmore to preheat and Didn't quite account for my own chakra emanations Vibrating. Microwaving, burning crust beyond the saving That caramelized trans fat drained during baking I am nothing if not my flaws accumulations Suffered worse humiliation at the hands of sharper captors My rolodex of cooking days has seen much darker chapters I'm the last words of Voltaire, told through method actors And this pastry? I factor in the overall equation of a Long term process operation Picnibus So you lack intestine line strength to stomach how I grow!? Well, then I'm better off with Estragon, waiting for Godot Bro, food science states that Only tension kneads the dough And I'd rather not get raw Though it stays a Stone's throw away From this enclosed grove Where we choose to spend our leisure I'd stop going to picnics, but I'm not getting any lazier Though, Yellowstone's only hours drive away from Glacier And I'd be there in a day, sure. That'd be Occam's Razor But that sh**'s not apparent to neutrinos in my nature Not today, sir