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I've been having

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I got style, I know the
punks popping junk can't join my team

[Verse 1 - Rob
Down in the with the hungry hound-dog
a sidecar helmet and 800 pound conch
Cradling a calico growling shift
The in his paw and his call ignored
Falling on his sword so that calling all
To the zoot suit get your giants on guard
With a roof boost gesture dive bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his Burger King seed bun
Fred parry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski bum with the broken Oakleys
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 gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie with a as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun in his locker latch
For the hell of it and of Mrs. White
In the with the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
shoes, gold tooth, fanny packs
In some pants and a stussy hat
because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the animals
Of dower day and mouth
Will empty from a crowded
Oversee an plot
And in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that freedom
Yeah man, it balances the give and take of plates
While the transition from efficient to a living grave
What started with a single arrow
Would grow into a figure 8 of incubated
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No cold pack so man
Won't hold homie
Start a cult, the world black
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps
Nun ring for the plebian
Melted down slow and poured into a fringe
Picture it by tinted sepia
it's remembered as a
More story than it really was
What it is
A culture of
Who must erupt a hairy
behind the peeling skin
Hold fam, declawed
House cats bred
Tin pre-tied
from the river
'Til he return eyed
Talkin to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I need a new
Something with a garden

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