Don't fool with his cool
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I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack
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Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache
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Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill
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Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill
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Make or buy point-op arcade punk [?]
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Talkin' arcane science, dark age pull [?]
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Four eyes card face, bark Aes iron on [?]
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Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone
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No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage
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Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day
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And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
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Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score
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Zilch, cowabunga homies call me a€œpress ignorea€?
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Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil
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Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors
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That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers
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And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken
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For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin'
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For diamondback rattles in his holy grail
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Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal
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3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock
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Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumra
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Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh [?]
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Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetrafish
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Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore
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Before we are the severed heads of civil war
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And basing[?] radio ricochet off the silver foil
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Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil
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Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks
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I know, this is why we can't have nice things
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I prefer to skip the pleasantries
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Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy
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No shit
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Oh and don't fool with his cool
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Ma, can we get a pool?
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... Is that a no?
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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces
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Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses
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Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping
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Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping
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Slow Mozart, no I've never heard a knocking
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Might've burst in on it, splits or skin popping[?]
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Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day
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Locate and aim for the token propane tank
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Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair
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To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear
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It spun a human resources issue to public affair
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Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear
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And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling [?]
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The wonder twins are bitching
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Armchair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin
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But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it
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The ozone breakaway tux
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Holds chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts
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Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands[?] google eyes
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Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize
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You are now rockin' with the worst
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Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
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Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees
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Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds
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Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past
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He from a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp
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And he don't get out much but when he do it's beetlemania
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Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius
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Too charitable, offerin' the average joe some real estate
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Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope
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Cozy in a moment of bliss
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Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge
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No shit
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Tetra
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| Aesop Rock |
