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I've having hallucinations

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

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the meadow with the hungry
With a helmet and 800 pound conch
a calico growling shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his ignored
Falling on his sword so calling all guards
To the zoot riot get your giants on guard
With a roof boost gesture rocky dive
Eye of the goliath fly his Monty
Circusing his Burger King sesame bun
parry berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum the broken Oakleys
When he Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat to the Roanoke docks
And trade a for a bucket full of hobo socks
And a rose gold watch, and a
And take a selfie with a as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun tucked in his locker
For the of it and benefit of Mrs. White
In the kitchen with the television clicker,
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, packs
In some fancy pants and a hat
Just I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Rock:]
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the animals
Of dower day and sour
Will empty a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And blend in with the layman
Hey man, is freedom rock?
Yeah man, it balances the give and take of spinning
While easing the transition from efficient to a grave
started with a single flaming arrow
Would grow into a figure 8 of incubated
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't back homie
Start a cult, the world black
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull hope
Nun ring for the plebian
down slow and poured into a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly sepia
Ensuring it's as a
More important story it really was
it really is
A culture of
Who erupt a hairy eyeball
behind the peeling skin
Hold fam, declawed
cats bred with
Tin pre-tied
Drink the river
'Til he three eyed
Talkin to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I need a new
Something spooky a garden

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