| The last picture show
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| Always last to know
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| Never tired of watching grass grow
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| Plenty work to do, might borrow the Master’s tools
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| If I don’t give 'em back, that’s your first clue
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| Pull dark skin over white bones
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| Winked like let’s get this show on the road
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| Vacation in undisclosed locations
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| Redacted enhanced interrogation
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| Occam’s Ratchet
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| Rest assured, call back when the line’s secure
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| Aaron Burr shot the gift left unperturbed
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| Jenga with words, Risk with birds
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| All Snakes & Ladders far as I can discern
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| Back on the gold standard, eulogy was a banger
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| Even Granny red to ride on them neggers
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| Flattered me with seats in the rogue’s gallery
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| Eat food like soo-woo but it ain’t no calories
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| It is what it has to be
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| God’s conscience
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| Frankenstein’s monster
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| Tiger Blood out Sri Lanka
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| Nightcap Fernet Branca
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| 40s and blunts with Samuel Doe son
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| Killa tape missin', we all seen it once
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| Monrovia’s Prince sip the Can of Kings
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| The air hum redrum, give you wings
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| Served cold like Gazpacho
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| Derb fold like tacos, knock-knock go the Knockos
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| No shock, they bagged Flaco
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| Slippery slope or slow slalom, top of the world, ma
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| I made it to the bottom
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| Watching the Cotton Bowl from a coffee shop in Holland
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| Homesick stick-after-stick Super Pollum
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| Kept spittin' till I got 'em, cause I want 'em got
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| It’s all fun and games till I catch you on the uprock
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| It can’t be what it’s not |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gazpacho , by - Blockhead. Song from the album Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп