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Radio check
Video check
is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you

Harvest all Brand-X Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of later
And lot of will taper out
A mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with funds and favors
Cradled by twelve Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter
Like Punxatawny Phil with his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and
With wild things make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock corporate sprockets
Now grommets
Running a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer

Radio check
Video check
This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

check check
Paper route check
This is how the and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years

If this Jesus around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal fleet
Off the board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool and ease medulla
After you and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to no-brainers
Teenager beef passed teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that have yellow
brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee locked box
clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch gives them
Cut them mortars while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to the roaches
I'm not a
But that even jolt the immobile
when global all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's flower before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate

Radio check
Video check
is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

check check
New check check
is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper snipers having fun
the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a crisis when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Jay died
So now I'll probably never another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of wall
There's banana peels in hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, in peace