| Wielding racy aphorisms I Billy club your color line
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| Refusing to join forces with your indie-stud wunderkind
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| I rather embrace what your city slum undermines
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| And encourage the idiom bump-and-grind
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| Sickly glum of unbuttoned minds
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| I prime my condemned shell to excrete
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| A lithium honey wine for you frowning f#$%s
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| When trend arbitrators present my tortured lore adorned
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| Gags are soaked in chloroform
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| You get the same if you’re poor in form
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| With your flip full-tuck and triple-lutz into this icy brook
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| War is sworn on my forlorned psyche’s soot
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| I’ve got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make
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| How can you believe that I’m not a waste of space
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| Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
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| But how can I speak your language
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| When I don’t know my own
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| I’ve got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make
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| Your eroded innards are my favorite place
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| Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language?
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| Too self-assured to ever treat her well
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| (Kiss the off-colored tree frog)
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| We turn into black Kebler elves
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| Opposite elephants on sea-saws
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| Android man-boy befriends the chic, mod tinker bell
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| Then runs away from home until my knees throb
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| Sneakers smell
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| 'Til my every tirade activates Jihad sleeper-cells
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| 'Til flag wavers say, 'please God we need your help'
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| Still I’m precarious and flat-footed
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| Like you’re arrogant at a gun show
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| I holler at your Marilyn Monroe
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| With declarative mumbo-jumbo my narrative unfolds
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| To a housed narcissism
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| Parented by a bum hole
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| I cling to pointless ventures
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| And inveigh buoyant pest verve
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| I suck
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| I’ve got people to disappoint
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| I’ve got mistakes to make
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| How can you believe that I’m not a waste of space
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| I’m sorry to disappoint
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| I seldom save face
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| But how can I speak your language
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| When I don’t know my own
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| I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make
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| Your eroded innards are my favorite place
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| Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language?
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| It’s unfitting but I stay all pensive and meek
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| In cities where girls dress Greek
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| And food’s too expensive to eat
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| And niggas gangbang on Sesame Street
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| I got too many requests to meet
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| I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make
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| How can you believe that I’m not a waste of space
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| Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
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| But how can I speak your language
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| When I don’t know my own
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| I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make
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| Your eroded innards are my favorite place
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| Oh I’m sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language?
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| How can I speak your language? |