Mantrick Muffin Stomp

Born carefree into the history
Safe & steady guided by his ideas
You should know him by now
You hear him every day
But it's hard to remember
Those senses lie dormant and dwell

Mummy mister
Can't resist your
Muffin mixture
Or murder mysteries
Now/how would i know ?

Walk faster
Spit as the roads are crossed
It's all a disaster
Those rhymes were too easily tossed
All those thought-forms you know
Ruining your every night
But who would concieve them
Until it is spelled out so right?