I got nothing to teach the learnin' curve of your body
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i got teeth that could hurt you prolly
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with one bite
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a tounge with spikes, a rusty knife
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i wish you'd take it from me
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an gut me like a fish. up tight and selfish
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got a lust for life and a death wish
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they're husband and wife and they
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fuck like they're helpless
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am i a product of uninteresting sex
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If I'm bored by your pillow-talk and Newport cigarettes?
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She chews on fiberglass like a teething infant
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he breathes in her stink and seems indifferent
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she dreams of children
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He hears the pitter-patter of little fetuses
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He's like "stand by me,
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there's a leech in my briefs and it's bleeding like a stuck pig
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Come quick!"
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Think of a baby's name, she wanted to call it Quits
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I'mma name him Raymond and raise him
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like I don't know my own strength
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and bench-press the baby naked
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Hold it to the sky, like "look what I did!
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It's mine, and you can't have it."
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Until it rains, and when it rains
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he sticks out his tounge to catch it
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The baby stays
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He just stares into the abyss 'til the abyss blinks
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instincts pop up to the surface like pinpricks
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still flinch
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manhandle the killswitch
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peg meet square, get dismantled by drill-bits
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the deconstruction of a functional addict
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leaving assumptions to a bunch of fanatics
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it's just standard procedure
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with a automatic pilot light
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hide behind a white lab rain coat 'cause the water broke
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press eject
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first comes the head, then the neck
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then the body avalanches out the tape deck
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flappin' on the ground like a fish out of its element
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No one wants to acknowledge the carnage, the mess or elephant
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that's in the room
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connected to the womb with a lifeline
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labored all day through the morning noon and nighttime
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then we cut the cord, fully aware
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what we keep on the inside's too personal to share
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now we hold it in the air, like "look what happened!"
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If we throw it out with the bath water
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will you catch it?
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or let it go down the drain
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if it goes down the drain I'mma snatch it
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The baby stays
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The baby stays
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And I'mma hold it to the sky, like "look what I did!
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It's mine, and you can't have it."
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Until it rains, and when it rains
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he sticks out his tounge to catch it
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The baby stays
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The baby stays
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The baby stays
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The Baby Stays
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| Sage Francis |
