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This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to 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 legitimate
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open
But anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs Bubblelicious on fishing rods 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 crews taper out
A mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and
Cradled by twelve empty heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, forever
Like Punxatawny Phil with his four furry wrists severed
I walk through the sex, drugs, and church
wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock corporate sprockets
Now clocked-off
Running from a rabid click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of jam and murder scenes
Scrub of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie inside his pockets (nope!)
sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer

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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 making you upset-set

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

Now a-days, the babies got guns
Diaper having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
Have a crisis when you're ten years young

If this Jesus piece your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will you
Just show the saints at Heaven's you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship
Off the sliding board of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to no-brainers
Teenager beef alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that have backbones
De-mechanism airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you
Chopped shop and a mislead, trustee locked box
clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch gives leverage
Cut them with mortars I mumble
in the immortal slang of for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest thug wonder
kings who rep a wide pride dosage
For the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a
But that even jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays vacate slow

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

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

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

Aboard the grey sky
The day I got the call 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 your 99 bottle of beer
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in shoebox, please
got Adidas, rest in peace