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I've having hallucinations

[Hook
I got style, I know the
Y'all punks popping can't join my team

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the with the hungry hound-dog
With a sidecar helmet and 800 pound
Cradling a growling shift towards
The in his paw and his call ignored
Falling on his sword so that all guards
To the zoot riot get your giants on guard
With a boost gesture rocky dive bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his King sesame seed bun
parry berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken
When he Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat to the Roanoke docks
And trade a musket for a bucket of hobo socks
And a rose gold watch, and a
And a selfie with a selkie as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun tucked in his latch
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs.
In the kitchen the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, fanny
In some fancy and a stussy hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Rock:]
Down in the
Darkening the
Of the down-and-out
Of dower day and sour
Will empty from a train
Oversee an evil
And blend in with the layman
Hey man, is freedom rock?
Yeah man, it balances the give and of spinning plates
While easing the transition from efficient to a grave
What with a single flaming arrow
grow into a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we cold the jam
No pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't hold homie
Start a cult, paint the world
Old world magic, of a skull snaps hope
Nun bells for the plebian
down slow and poured into a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly tinted
Ensuring it's as a
More important story than it was
What it is
A culture of
Who erupt a hairy eyeball
Deep behind the peeling
Hold fam, knee-high
House bred with
Tin cans
Drink from the
'Til he return eyed
back to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I need a new
Something spooky a garden

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