| Hey, Honey Claws, Honey Claws, Honey Claws
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| J, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j, j
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| Oooooo, ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, woahhh
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| Paid a fee, door let me in free
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| Some of us pro and don’t need ID
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| I speak and the birds open up they beaks
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| Fly fly from inside, slow motion speed
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| Loose senses, drop your britches and work
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| Herc power struck down a junkie nurse
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| Phony medical robe surely came from home
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| Pull the knot out stoked tag the mack en vogue
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| Que modela Coachella when the tunes released
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| Planetary domination, hardly get to sleep
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| Marley weekend freak, smoke a blunt and eat
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| Pancake, dirty date, kirbey lane on E
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| Honey Claws got the psalms for the junkie church
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| Runnin gauze, hitting pause so your body don’t hurt
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| I think I’m finally perched on a tree to desert
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| The lower ground coma sound bullshit is the worst
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| D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d Digital animal freaky folks
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| Shoot a lot a lip, get split like gemini
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| 2 hemispheres, 2 minds, one pan fry
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| My bus-i-ness truncate nemisis
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| Now future’s free of skirmishes
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| Deep fucking D-cup tournaments
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| Slow busting, thrusting, murderous
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| Nightlife want me back by 9
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| Finish up exchange and ride
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| Put a lot into the coup d'état, none of this is new to me
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| Fuckers thought they’d play the part, super-clark change the scene
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| Likely dream except for the part pertaining to the talent
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| Them motherfucking money suckers chop em into salad
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| Ceiling with a pillow watching the prophecy drop
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| Somehow feeling halfway guilty sleeping the sympathy off
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| Pray for anarchist law by mischivalrous pigs
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| You can’t cuff up my wrists if you can’t find it
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| D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d Digital animal freaky folks
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| Digital animal freaky folks
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| Belly covered up, t-shirt red tiger
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| Drool down the lip, striped saber-toothed slimer
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| Dribble spit, tip scale, dirty dogma
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| Puppy love blocked shaka trois, ménage à
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| Ninja ninja, vanish m.o. |
| creep
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| Naughty fucking freaks and busting techniques
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| East west battle best, turn your bones to ashes
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| Send em to the kin with the symbol on the package
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| Grow the fascination larger than it ever was
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| Walls kicked over, Berlin snap cameras
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| Gallagher, Petey G, sledgehammer family
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| Babble with insanity, granted me the amnesty
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| I learned my lesson messing up my life is not the way to
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| Wreck it, check the SM58, replace the vibe behind your
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| Face piece, bass beats your basics plus me
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| It’s the combination known to defeat the beast
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| And his gate… keeperrrrrr
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| D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d Digital animal freaky folks |