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I've been hallucinations

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I got style, I the routine
Y'all punks junk can't join my team

[Verse 1 - Rob
Down in the meadow the hungry hound-dog
With a sidecar helmet and 800 conch
Cradling a calico growling towards
The thorn in his paw and his call
Falling on his sword so calling all guards
To the suit riot get your giants on guard
With a roof boost rocky dive bombs
Eye of the goliath fly his Pythons
Circusing his King sesame seed bun
Fred berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum the broken Oakleys
When he Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat slowly to the docks
And trade a for a bucket full of hobo socks
And a gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie with a selkie as a
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun in his locker latch
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs.
In the with the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, tooth, fanny packs
In some fancy pants and a hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
Down in the
the heels
Of the down-and-out
Of day and sour mouth
Will from a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that freedom
Yeah man, it balances the give and take of spinning
While the transition from efficient to a living grave
What with a single flaming arrow
Would into a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No cold pack so man
hold back homie
Start a cult, paint the world
Old magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps hope
Nun ring for the plebian
Melted down slow and poured into a fringe
it by poorly tinted sepia
Ensuring remembered as a
More story than it really was
it really is
A of chameleons
Who must erupt a eyeball
behind the peeling skin
Hold fam, knee-high
cats bred with
Tin pre-tied
Drink from the
'Til he return three
Talkin to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something spooky with a

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