| My dick get dizzy like a busy bayonet
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| What a thug is nature laying hornets eggs in
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| Baby’s bassinet
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| My phone is out of order
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| I’m breaking bread and water
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| There is ain’t a criminal i know who
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| Wouldn’t kind of want to
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| Take it for granted
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| Like an early release
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| Not screaming premature teen age ejaculation
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| But peace
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| Put away your restless leg and never
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| Wake from your sleep
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| It’s been a while
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| My number’s coming
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| Bubbling up from the deep
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| One day I’ll roar when the phone rings early in the morning
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| Teeth turning saber without no fair warning
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| Only image in the mirror make an entertaining target
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| Satisfied examining his diet on the carpet
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| When cramped as the cross in a decent apartment,
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| He’ll start splitting at the seams like the real estate market
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| The can’t stop, won’t stop clown of clubs
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| Begins talking to itself, but the talk ain’t enough
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| It’s trying to touch or to fuck a three dimensional what
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| He wants to step into the plaque without packing its stuff
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| It’s been a while
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| Since you went foul
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| No sin is wild
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| Or out of bounds
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| It’s been a while
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| Since you went foul
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| No sin is wild
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| Or out of bounds
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| Second chance like there ain’t enough tranq in the dart
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| Vulgar, amateurish dance without a care in your cart
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| Rubber stamp for a smile, bravest bear on the BART
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| Gutter lamp light your way to the imbecile’s park
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| You put a chump in a tux and you give it a wand
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| You let it lead, let it wave 'til the end of the song
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| You make it read, make it bathe with the cumber bun on
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| And then you lock it in the house while you’re painting the lawn
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| A Prozac prince winning no bread in the business
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| I get to sweating like a yellow belly tele-tubby midget,
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| Now I’m throwing up my dinner in the scuba regulator
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| No way i wait around for a feeding frenzy to cater
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| The human golden choke chain is a strain so rare
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| It tethers dog-like minds to their folding chairs
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| Each man a title screen loop, merely the slimy shell
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| Around a feature crustacean of unlikely selves,
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| It’s been a while
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| Since you went foul
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| No sin is wild
|
| Or out of bounds
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| It’s been a while
|
| Since you went foul
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| No sin is wild
|
| Or out of bounds
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| My dick stay dizzy like a busy bayonet
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| What a thug is nature laying hornets eggs in
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| Baby’s bassinet
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| In an Olympic sized minute I can’t finish the thinnest thought
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| Which glimmers like false teeth in a cartoon bird’s beak
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| Crack an obvious joke like it’s as sharp as a knife, it’s
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| A retractable school play blade kind of life
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| When all of your posture is finally bent
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| Appear and vaporize in a dingy basement
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| Until all the bozo bargain-hunters holler requests
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| Until you’re muscles in the moss on the damp carpet
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| My ego get excited cause a crippling fragrance
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| Staring at my shoes in tranquilized un-amazement
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| Trap snapped tight looking dumb as the David
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| Do the drag and drop dance like I need a new agent
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| You know your image cannot simply step out
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| Unannounced without a caramelized computer effect
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| To compliment the torso cooling you with dishes of sweat
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| From an untroubled world in the medicine chest
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| Each wave woven bone of the subject exposed
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| Leaves blue blocks of piss from airplane commodes
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| Which arrive arrive on the world like orphans on steps
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| Like redundant yet unfamiliar free gifts
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| While dick-no-tized reach into your magic graduation gown
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| Feel the organs turn summer soft serve nature’s nervous now
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| It’s been a while
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| Since you went foul
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| No sin is wild
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| Or out of bounds
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| It’s been a while
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| Since you went foul
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| No sin is wild
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| Or out of bounds |