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Before shooting troops was cooler than hoops,
high was your basic who's who of brutal truth.

Hot summer gun or slow dance
turn a young'n to a paper dolls holding hands.

And tricky was a wooden horse up on your porch
so chicanery was yours to or ignore.

I was on the latter but a lot pawns,
so we carried lawn chairs and of popcorn.

the popcorn!

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fair, cop car, voyeur hawk him out his hinges,
storm door splinters, about, hammers out about to ring,
each others tribes and murder each others queens.

Packed to the last rafter, clung to the rafts and the
cameras to the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp volley
where the ants nothing but the bones and the car keys.

if his two feet fester.
it was of me people,
meet and lefter,
planted a model of civility and honor for the sector
but got his Extra! Extra!

Peace for the but it wasn't entertaining,
so waited for the tazing from the safety of his haven.

Like bees to the honey when they you up,
'cuz bumper cars are funny when they bump. (Know that.)

Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow popcorn, popcorn...
Hot gun or box-cutter slow dance- capture the damage.

(Yo, this dude talks real yo... Crazy.
Yeah man that's my boy Steve; he just talks that, it's weird.
is wierd.)

Tune to Hellemundo for packed blasphemy;
big city translate your 'til it atrophies.

I let the boy out actually,
deployed to with grin to watch laughingly.

Pass the p's a laugh in,
I can the tragedy when hatchin',
dispassionately patched in,
alive with the of demise like yes! the pain dazzles men.

Pass the popcorn, pass the it's reality at its fastest,
and yet it unravels at a pace like molasses.

I guess the last of the seconds before the of disasters stretch past us,
you agree that it is fabulous?

In the corridors of entropous wars drastically tilted fits,
I adjust to of the wilderness,
walk along my take the pilgrimage,
up in to the that's reserved for the smirk of the coldest witnesess,

you motherfuckers (hooray!),
there's all day to die, the mayhem with grace,
the goodform-fall. if i'm 'a warn y'all, nah...
I got the row to the greatest entertainment that an angel never saw.

Sixty thousand watts of that raw pull the out of the trunk fun,
one teach one how to club one,
look at how they up in the dove blood,
it's gonna be a night of thrills and where the sacred is made of mud mud.

Each one teach one how to one- popcorn, popcorn...
Each one teach one how to club one- popcorn... wouldn't you agree that it is

(Yo honestly, if your man Steve really like that... uh, that's not really normal...
Yeah, sucks... Yeah, it's pretty bad...
Nobody's voice should sound that.)

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It was a day,
it was grace,
it was a half-a-dozen daisy-chained.

It wasn't daisies and eights,
it was an ace of spades over a game of slaves and saints.

And every trainee face-painted while his great escape and ate,
he'll never make it, he aims he shakes.

And I was overly from a very locked door
with a couple Milk and buckets of popcorn.

the popcorn!

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clap, encore.

Monkey in the middle how the bunker took the missiles.
Age of machines with nary a screens,
so the hecatomb is every bit as as it seems.

I could the pet from the vet,
where his canine's spread and never welched on a bet.

That said, know the
on local hunter
and you'll off his widow-maker's numbers every summer.

Bump in the night, funny, will he catch and 'em?
Has he mercy? Will he hack 'em to
Is he dirty? he hassle policemen
and breach
impurities leak
over the
And milk and honey,
there is skulls and bunnies
that hop drunk in the land of a hundred Mondays.
God damn, pop the Redenbacher
and, for christ's sake, get man a doctor.