No more pencils no more books
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I built the city out one brick
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I had a mayor and a crook
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I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the guilt
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I stole the brick back and migrated east, now let's build
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Every tenderfoot cadet better they be slit-throat percentages
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Chicken penmanship tied the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
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I arrange panoramics of a plastic catalogue
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And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
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I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes
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And she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and let em' feed
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The devil tree penciled me in but I slept thick through my alarm sock
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Slick Willy hid in the barn while farmer charmed the crops
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And I'm a warden
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My tongue is full of glass
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Because I promised my friend I'd chew up the bottle
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If he truly drank the poison
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I'm alienating the mating man to the high ride, base tied
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Face mine's and make God clones
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We can manufacture medicine
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Cut into 5-digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector)
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My destinies resting with red worms chewin" off the carcass anyway
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Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray
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By the way if that diamond ring don't shine
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That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't neglect the sentiment
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I'll pedal my tricycle through the f-5 logistics of a twister
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Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker
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[Chorus]
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If I botched the operation I apologize (sorry)
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The air's rooted in carbon
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I'm but a mortal archer parked in amber waves of starlets
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I'm fresh out of Geppeddo's woodwork asylum
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Cedar frame, wire-bound knuckles
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Let a tug of the puppeteer steer my hustle
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Well when a page becomes a squire, re-engage, clap your wings
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When a noble's demoted hope it don't sucker-punch the colony
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But when the catapult releases lease your claims behind the bunker
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And fasten stinger pageant results to the public eye (glory hunter)
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Is it genuine enough to feel baby felon
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Negotiate comradery of wills
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Hows this my little loom
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Perv surgeon with dirty dominion monitor boxes
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Hovering inches 'bove pertinent urchin toxins
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Now y'all ain't excused from table side
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Till the dinner plates fly
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Slurping' liquid happy citzen enhancer
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I got this slicky sycamore head shaker
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Mimic stitch and splinter entry
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Thereby filtering citizens hit-man prior to acts descending (tight)
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Cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison
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Captive, passive spring loaded serenity
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I'm trying to give this city acupuncture
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Shovin one-way pins in subway systems
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Stand up where I'm layin, now that a runway vic (push)
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Made you go batty, spreading spawn legitimate
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Spice the bishop, sever the ties, splinter the kinship
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See every now and again I love life but hate to admit it
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Cause it spreads the jinx on a sleeping cynic
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[Chorus]
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I'm quadruple six plus scruples category mayhem stems
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So one overlooked the scene including loopholes
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When Christ studies the return ramifications
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I'll burn the campus to impress him
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Then rock like medusa glances
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You ran the final mile before the blanks blow
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Home alone sippin beetle juice
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Just to numb and then shimmy the needles loose
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I built a castle out of fifty-two cards
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Plus jokers with an image
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Modern theory jars us while remaining harnessed to the vintage
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I'm mad at how far this is dishonoring Occam's Razor
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But it seemed so being fatigued knuckle work (labor)
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I've patched the little leakage in the shell around my greed
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In case Tommy Turbulence located the matrix then impedes
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The Mayor And The Crook
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Aesop Rock |