| We 'bout to
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| We 'bout to launch ourselves outta this dimension
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| Stone
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| Monster
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| Woo
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| We’re coming thru to the other side, try to find us
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| Misconceptions discombobulate the weak minded
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| Just something that I’ve noticed on my quest
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| Open your eyelids nigga
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| Say it with your chest and don’t deny it like your father did
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| You signed your birth certificate and penciled and dismissed you
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| Mother smokin' crystal meth
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| Reason why your baby sister’s deaf
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| Life’s rancid like the babysitter’s breath
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| Touched you while you slept
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| Put a limp breast on your neck
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| Not in the job description
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| Underage sex, prescriptions of penicillin
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| And the hatred at the children of the villain can’t kill him
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| So just line em up and lead em
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| To that building filled with demons
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| And watch em excel, exhilaration
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| Adrenaline’s depleted
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| Uncontrollable breeding
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| That beating was well needed
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| And that pamphlet on them STDs I know she didn’t read it
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| Too busy pulling the string on that Herman and Peewee
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| Ate a hermit crab and now her breath be smelling like that seaweed
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| Cantaloupe avocado and kiwi
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| Push the throttle and resume your screaming
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| Like the vice model who just did a line of pipe cleaner
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| Anti deep thinker, just today a pipe dreamer
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| Thoughts who wander like inebriated vagabonds who live in cardboard
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| Checks with dogs, crackpipes us
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| Into hell as Barbie dolls named Ratchet, Bitch, and Reevis
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| That nigga just ate a whole Bible, and now he think he Jesus
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| Now we swimmin' in it
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| Reminiscin' in it
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| I’m doing breast strokes
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| I’m doing breast strokes
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| Woo
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| I think we’re going through another dimension
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| Where the fuck are we gonna end up
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| I think I’m coming thru the other side
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| What the fuck is that?
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| Oh, that’s the other side
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| Whoops, think I slipped
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| Fell and bust my lip
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| Swallow blood and spit
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| Eduardo, make my tacos no cilantro if you want a tip
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| Put some extra coco on my nachos
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| I don’t want no sniff but she does
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| Also wants me stiff like old SNL re-runs I begun
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| Now all I need is Isley Brother LPs and Capri Suns
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| Summer breeze, bloody sneeze
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| Think she’s had enough
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| Reconsider, sacrifice your liver
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| and huff
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| Emo kids who give no fucks
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| Bitter like the taste of grandmother’s old lunchroom brunch
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| Some consume much too much
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| Vacuum out, now that chicken cartilage is stuck
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| Sock him in his gut like carnie kids
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| Did the bus driver drunk a pint of Jameson?
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| Six packs of Budweiser reached his threshold
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| Like ten centimeters I’m dilated
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| My cheerleaders are constipated
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| And my conscious couldn’t make it
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| To the conference with my logic and my hatred
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| Busy smoking chronic with my patients
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| Hydroponics
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| Strong and sacred and I’m weightless
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| Hey kids
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| Take a moment, lace and donate, feed it to a man that’s homeless
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| Take his drank his wine and now her body can’t condone it
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| Codeine in the shaman’s potion
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| Lucid dreams in constant motion
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| Can you feel my heart exploding?
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| Is my remedy too potent?
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| Like the dusted ganj you smokin
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| Shameless, inappropriate
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| Outrageous anti-chauvinist
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| Embrace the villain
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| The melodious, the miscreant
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| Present them phobias
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| On the podium that entered them that rhythmic stimulant
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| Kill like concentrated diabetic insulin
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| Chase with bad Excedrin and an old epi pen
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| I’m hypoallergenic and I’m not your friend
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| Doing vocal calisthenics with a gold encrusted grin
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| Causin all these epidemics I’m running against the wind
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| Catching remnants of these moments
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| Eyes open til the end
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| I’m gone
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| Eyes
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| Open em up
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| Open em up
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| Open
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| Open em up
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| Open up your eyes folks
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| Open em up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Permeate / No Cilantro, artist - Monster Rally. Album song Foreign Pedestrians, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп