Jiggy-jabberjaw vitamin idol and primal rages
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When bible page verse tidal waves begun (Water one)
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I wrote the book that shook America to splinters
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In a winter wasteland Icicle-bound barren township
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Call Baron Munchausen's proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig
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Delinquent sinkin like a paper tugboat
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Well beneath your holiday
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Beached on a red tide infested shore corroding eastern seaboard beauty
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I'm a jigsaw slab, but all the pig saw was dirt bag
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It's like a bleeding comet bombing on your sequels
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To the riverside park tunnel people claim last lifeform standing
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Carbon based pardons ain't enough
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My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus
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We urchins merkin on daily
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I catapult brain opera past basic
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Tear my own face off in the finale, stick around it's ill
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Diabolic Prodigal Son spill grimmace
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If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops
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Which explains missing the premise
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Bliss mimic, baptise, chastise, laugh die
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Kiss the finish, piss the villagers the fuck off
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Pete Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
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Aes Rock might've smoked one too many dimes in his time
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Now where you gonna be when the sun falls, brother
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Probably gathering your sheep with all these other mothafuckers
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Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner
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Smackin the third clear out the park
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Going gone (To infinity and beyond!)
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I rocked for a flock of Chewbacca look-alikes in magic makers
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Hermit crabs and New York city sewer aligators
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Keep your homily dream out your homily
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I deal with tangible goods
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And avoid manufacturing food for landfills
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I've seen friends bow to needles
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I've seen needles bow to records
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I've seen boughs break
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I've seen God bow and make the clouds shake
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I've seen the proud break
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I've seen alot for a blind soldier
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Who tattooed the city scape up skin to blend in
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Rats travel by night invite the waterbugs
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I'm here to pull the three-prong
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When it's prime directive wormhole of self-sacrifice
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Had a hatchet slice for camps
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For that God-awful Frankenstein
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Starving your style to someday be a story in my kids
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Life's hard, life's easy
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Life's everyting in between me
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Life's Peachy like James and the Giant
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And I keep spittin as long as these kittens buy it
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And I keep casting my line as long as these fish will bite it
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And I like it (Don't try it like that)
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[Movie sample]
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"Yes the bough is low
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That's the way it goes though....
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Maybe I should just give up or just stop trying
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But life is so uncertain, so short
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I've got to keep on searching
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And wherever it takes me, I've got to go"
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[Aesop Rock]
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Ran away temper tantrum, decrepid anthem
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Set a low goal, I arrived late
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I'm here to scrape a car clean to the funk machine
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Imposes on the underling amalgam cluster and identifies the mother
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(You got heart)
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I hate to tell you but it skips more than it palpitates
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Like these here little drunken archers missed one of they calculate
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The falcon hates the mockingbird
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The farmer hates the drought
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I hate em all, I kick the bottom brick out shouting "Yes y'all"
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And blow the village out perspective (Aesop!)
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Do you take this makeshift-Candy Land-cult classic-bastard style
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To be your lawfully wedded head trip
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Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm
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Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice, sleet, snow? (Hell no!)
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I'm balanced, personified phantom to the bone
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Walkin like a Jabberwocky
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Scalpin a pair of one-way tickets to shadowboxing
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Just like christmas with a shallow stocking
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Like this (I'm just trying to milk the mileage)
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You drop science like Don Herbert with liquor in him
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Soundin off like senior citizens sitting at bingo parlor bickering
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Yeah it's kinda funny, isn't it
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How I can build while you just sit there and bitch about your syllabus
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[Chorus] 4x
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Dwarfed by the lights, bewildered by the fanbase
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Bound by an idea, skeptical of the handshakes
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Skeptical of the handshakes {*repeat to fade*}
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The Yes and the Y'all
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| Aesop Rock |
