| A little bread, a little circus
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| It serve as a diversion for devils and death merchants
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| I was curled up underneath the swirling threat of reds and purples
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| Lumberjack flannel, strapping saddles over servals
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| Paddling in circles with 10,000 maniacs in yankee caps
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| Who get to know the neighbors every time they tip the ladle back
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| Rag tag cats and canines who catch phat tags on the fabric of space time
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| All work no play, dull boys rotate
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| Old Boy, Ghostface, Tolstoy, Coltrane
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| Throws up coffin nails, off the rails
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| Born bathed in a tornado of claws and tails
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| Got skulls on his sails, cobras on the pleather
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| Salt and pepper soldiers barely holding it together
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| But supposedly awoke and down to mobilize whenever
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| You’re pretty much a Gomer Pyle to pester, remember
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| I’m Pop-O-Matic trouble, I will commander the goulash
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| Under hockey hair, zoom off on a blue ox through the blogosphere with poppies
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| for your mama bear
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| Carrots for the vitamix, kibble for the puppy, something bloody for the firebit
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| Never mind the appetizer writhing in the spider web
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| Stare into it long enough you biters just might find yourselves
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| Tea with the dark side, Slimer on speed dial
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| Sleep on a couch or a street or a leaf pile
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| Our kind can not be redeemed
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| I’m a cancer on the glamor, I can’t with the «Me Me Me»
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| No anesthesia, surgeon with the signal jammer scrambling the feed
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| Distributing the panacea free, all day
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| There is no amount of Our Fathers that could remedy the black dog breathing
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| down his collar
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| Mi casa like I’m Oscar, hot and popping out a flipped lid
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| Eyepatch, Prince wig, disappearing grid blip
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| Stiff lip, sure to shit talk a centurion, tsk tsk, I don’t really wiggle with
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| invertebrates
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| Purp in the thurible, off sides, toss thine merch in the urinal
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| It’s nothing personal
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| Dirtbag don, don’t provoke him to act up
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| I’m golden doing donuts in the Totoro cat bus
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| Everything I touch turn to black sludge
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| Bugs in the bag lunch, punch through a mack truck
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| Hunchback, get y’all acquainted with the contagion
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| Nobody safe, say hello to well beyond containment
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| I came for every cell between the belfry and the basement
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| You maybe wanna telephone your favorites
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| We take it where the warlocks lock horns, soda pop, popcorn
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| Top notch gore set to Bach over fog horns
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| Snotty nose, clogged pores, fork in his heart
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| Back away or catch a halo made of orbiting stars, yea
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| Transform in the dark, got a dog nose sniffing out the source of the snark
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| Got a cat’s ears twitching every snap of a twig
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| Triangulate your position, a simple rabbit to skin
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| I been an echo in the dark who demo applied science at the parlay
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| Barf rainbows and cry diamonds, ok
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| Ready Freddy, headlong into creeping death
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| Respawn where you least expect
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| I could pick a pin and tumbler right in front of the guard
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| Out the front with another Picasso under his arm
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| Hit the city limit still exhibiting his inner Caulfield, baby
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| I’m H.E. |
| double hockey sticks on wheels
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| New dawn, show 'em how the voodoo doll feels
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| Plus launch fireballs from the palm heels
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| On an otherwise slow day, this is how I row into the rogue wave, yo |