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This is how the city-folk and mole-people
warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you

Harvest all Brand-X Kents to worm food
heart, buried his nozzle 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 pigeon with billy-goat whiskers
He roasted in the open blisters
But anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of details
And lot of will taper out
A mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper with janky funds and favors
Cradled by empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and
With things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock constant sprockets
Now clocked-off
Running from a rabid ring-wraith basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first
Some toddlers smuggled guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young convenience

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

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This is how the hermit and the busy bee
losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, even the got guns
Diaper snipers clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god forgive you
Just the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, animal ship fleet
Off the sliding dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and water and ease medulla
you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit
beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that have yellow
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to captains
By the index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee locked box
clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal gives them leverage
Cut them with while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something and dumber
That or the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
kings who rep a wide pride dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the
I'm not a
But won't even jolt the immobile
global terrorism's 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 I said "peace" and lay low
don't vacate slow

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This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

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

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

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