Lyrics: and then comes the Jester, call me the space Cowboy, Long neck bottle, flip flops and some Corduroys- Cut off at the knees Even, a sleaze heathen breathen freedom to the new Kingdom , No demons- I'm the Pompatous of Love, I'm pompous about emotions of the heart & Such - go Dutch - don't judge- Yup Whole lotta fools tryna catch my Clutch- Buncha pretend hard rappers straight fakin' the Funk The Jester, an elusive Character - Parrots the Mariner and scares the Narrator- Baffoon, clown, fool, Humorous/ Adjectives Nebulous as they are Numerous Ludicrous- youthful Exuberance/ Gluteus nucleus, soul of the Universe Rumor Is- I'll tickle the uterus / A luminous Nuisance please be Gratuitous HOOK: Never been too cool to be the Jester- The joker, straight clownin', Tom foolery - ya Betcha Vex Ya with a rhyme that'll Bless ya Nectar- Never been too cool to play the Jester Verse 2: Emcee entertainer mercenary and Word Jock- Stackin fat vocab a wherehouse full a Word Stock Skinny tweaker rappers with scabs or worse Pox, Runnin for the hills Everytime my new Verse Drops The bigger man, a mercurial king- Brilliantly whimsical not oblivious dweeb Known to break fool,delight the ear and the Eye/ The Quicksilver qualities bring Mirth to the Mind Outlandish Antics, emcee Gymnastics/ random dancin caused the disco to Panic Advantage- praying Mantis Spanish /dynamics of the rancid Spandex Tactics Get down- the Jesters runnin the Sector- all hail the Scepter never hecklin the Heckler Known to get ill & flex a lyrical Crest- S.T.U.P.I.D. FRESH Never been too cool to be the Jester- The joker, straight clownin', Tom foolery - ya Betcha Vex Ya with a rhyme that'll Bless ya Nectar- Never been too cool to play the Jester

An ancient Mariner, he maketh up one of Three/ long grey beard , stone washin his Dungarees - Corduroys? C'mon! my Brotha Please/ I'll take some crackhead sweats and cutt'em off at the Knees Trifecta- me coin'eth thou perfect trident/ Spent three generations swabbin decks with the Migrant A Pirate - ye pappy was a Tyrant/ Violence on islands Confined him to to Silence- If you were to rule or govern a certain industry/ maritime law right now would be in Misery Seriously? I lyrically buckle knees/ A fierce conspiracy, coercing your Uncle E With the Nautical Obstacles, Aquatics & Constables/ periscope Monocle is the Optimal Optical The Chronicles - snatch follicles from your Lass/ A sea farin' Man, more Comical than the Last .. a Vast! HOOK The Marksmans on point and don't believe the Narrator/ silly fool Jester could never be the Mariner - Land lovin Barrons and Brocken Spectre characters/ The three prong lifestyle of the Mariner x2 Verse 2: Swabbie, Navigator, first mate and Deck Hand/ sea boat captains kneelin down to me Left Hand- Rappers- catch a spear to the Lymph gland/ Screaming parlay before I drop'em in Quicksand Mermaid secrets remain don't ya Know/ Cause Poseidon cut a deal w/ a man named Cousteau I got fine girl , what a good wife she Be/ But my life,my lover my lady his the Sea- Got a crew on deck full of Lavender Amatures/ Jim Zorn the Janitor - 1st mate Floyd Bannister Manicure Matadors,Cavalier Massacres / Xanadu elixir erupts from me Canisters - Ahoy! - a vast ye Matey/ Anchors away and I don't mean Vaguely- Never to return like a stow a ways Plan/ Mark Calendars -Challenger returns as the Sea Farin' Man! HOOK The Marksmans on point and don't believe the Narrator/ silly fool Jester could never be the Mariner - Land lovin Barrons and Brocken Spectre characters/ The three prong lifestyle of the Mariner x2 BRIDGE: From the scepter to trident, the scope to the Shadow/ the land deeds coming out for the Battle Rum is me game when down at the Port/fishing out sea hags & girlies for Sport baggy wrinkled from Salt Spray/a Bare boat, Bar Buoy, Sea Hag, still I won't Stay-

Verse 1 How’s a baron like a mutha fuckin’ writing Desk, Put ya to test but always comin’ with Zest So Fresh, Yes, ya know it of Course I got the Z pleaded Cavaricci cut off Shorts Young padawan broker breakin’ forth w/ the Force Swindlin’ Swans at the Ports like B’Jork Sirens Rung out, Mariner screamin’ his Lungs out Who you think it was that cut your Pappys Tongue Out?! The more you take the more you leave Behind Carvin’ up land through the sands of Time Pissin’ on the peasants with pride & Bouyancy The Baron - Lowest level of Royalty Citizens beggin’ always lookin’ for Hand Outs Keep flappin’ those Yaps and watch the bodies get Dragged out An arrogant jerk face known to shut that shit Down Now what gets broken without being Held! Verse 2 Duchess, Marquee, Countess and Nobleman Stockin’ Mobile Guns, Hemoglobin and Dobermans Emcees I’ll conquer - Gettin’ my encore Cause down in Muscle Shoals we got the Swampers Onward! Every chance you will Squander Somber - sleepin on the job over Yonder Mossberg - I get to pumpin’ ya Awkward I’m rulin’ all you people cause you’re high as a Condor Riddle me This, I’ll make ya Tremble & Piss A with a Minimal Twist I’m bringing Critical Bliss I got 30 cows and 28 Chickens Now tell me about the 10 that I didn’t Mention Prevalence , archaic Preeminence Reigning Supremacy brings on much Nemesis Should’ve stayed on water Sea faren old Fool Cause I’m the Land Baron and on Land I Rule It's like that y'all!