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

all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate
And littered all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open
But blind anarchy slips through the
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it
?? on now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda containers
Man, freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny found with his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and
With wild things that make Maurice question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock constant sprockets
Now grommets
Running a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and scenes
Scrub of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some smuggled Tommy guns and crack 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 directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young convenience

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

Magazine check
Paper route check
This is how the and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

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

If this Jesus piece around your neck is than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god forgive you
show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
"I he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and medulla
After you thumb-suck and get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to no-brainers
Teenager passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle
maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee box
Hiding that light the sky in seconds
like newly hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut with mortars while I mumble
in the slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride
For tomorrow the holsters are to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a
But that even jolt the immobile
when 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 garden the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays vacate slow

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

Magazine check
New flash check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee
losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

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

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