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*You in your closet, closet dildo (laughing)*
I’m at home on the globe where the roadside merchant chant lull can’t be ignored/
Swole little worker ants/ Germs in a slide slanted break stance: falling dance/
YOU SAID YOUR OWN DREAMS WERE BORING, YOU’RE WACK/
That’s why I’m never fuckin taking you back/
And you can stand there poutin, little bitch and swell/
An opera worth you to tell/ A copper wish in a well/
I wanna climb a blood fountain to hell!/
I wanna see my face from outside a building/
You in your closet pocket-dilding/
Cult class past mothership brothership/ snugglless body here, hug and kiss button-lips/
Chumps new front tooth chipped through the sunroof/
Make your son do kung fu run throughs, I got hoops to jump through at dawn in an army helmet/
And do sit-ups, crunch/
I’m flyin Hawaiian Punch/
Hovercraft cadillaccin satellites attack the back end/
Shock springer dream cogs printin out hot dogs/ cycbercillic thought logs/ sex tape analog/
Screw the pooch/ Fatty Koo group groove/ yeah do the dog/ do the dog
Paragraph sentenced to death/
I’m bout to flip the fuckin script until it ain’t none left/
I took Sarah to the dentist/
Just to make her each her watch and wallet/
Cantonese body language all over my clothes/
I took her to the laundromat: drop,spat/ bye/ splat
I’m sorry i mistook you for spite i thought i might have to kick that ass i was like „Ah!” like in my head i was like „Ah baow baow jack stick stick stick dodge dodge dodge
Eh chop chop ahhhhhhh, what the fuck?”
Then he come back come back with the right hook said, „ooh ooh ooh ooooh” AHHH SHIT!/
…And i got these hoes shrieking/ resemble sheep bleets
Yeah, Alia lookin right but i don’t Fuck MCs/
And if one of em step to me:
The ground found they knees/
I’ll leave em layin undisclosed amounts of fuckin feet deep/
Somebody lied to me/ and now my sweater’s getting redder/
Blocks tied to feet/ and really nothing could be better/
What’s worse than a hearse?/ this’ll quench your thirst for leagues/
Pleased to breath bubbles mumblin melodies under the sea/
Yeah I’m the drunken master to your stumblin monk/
I’m not mechanically inclined but i can pop the trunk/
I’m talkin pop trunk double dunk dankbowl bank roll/
Crown turn to crowd so proud: „thank you,thank you!”/
I’m at the fun fair, swear it’s an honor/ lookin Everett D Lundquist purple sunkist bomber/ jacket/
Hold the hair back and i’ll attack it/
Shows: pack it/
I’m packin it in, punch!/
Twelve fourty five I slide in interrupt your lunch/
I’mma bring it to you live/
Tweaked frequency top tier/ and brakes rumble seconds from my new jungle, stop here/
I wanna make em wait/ velvet tape tailored shirt: hammers./
Stroll in late and watch the bitches go bananas/
Papa Pancho Villa hiccups, stick-ups/
I’m Beto Quintanilla backstage/
I think I’m Danny ” Titty motherfuckin” Glover with rap rage so say somethin to me/
Say somethin to me, bitch
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