| I’m staring with the fury of a hurricane
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| That could bend your body back like a palm tree
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| At the hi def dead end static of house dollars,
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| Deflowered I drift aimless on deep, wicked waves of
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| Basic cable daytime prison’s my favorite
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| My body is a television already famous
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| I’m lapping up the up the golden souled celebrity scripture,
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| I figure while I’m up I might as well adjust the picture
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| I’m a fly boy, cake white teeth like a steak knife
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| Looking like a latter-day saint in the right light
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| There’s uptown jittery money on the line but I’m too wise
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| To look out at the city with news eyes
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| This price volatility can’t wear me out
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| The cowbell’s ring doesn’t bring me down
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| My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car
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| No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares, once
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| I’ve spoken on the phone and combed my hair
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| I ain’t a vampire with his rent controlled
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| I don’t eat the rich and test crash the trash soul
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| I got ten million dollars on the fastest pony
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| I’m a drop it in the basket with my testimony
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| Nobody is anybody now
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| We’re watching snow as a family
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| Truly balanced and bright
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| The opulent soul isn’t empty at all
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| It’s church voice is daring like there’s no
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| Man involved
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| Nobody is anybody now
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| We’re watching snow as a family
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| Truly balanced and bright
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| The opulent soul isn’t empty at all
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| It’s check book is daring like there’s no
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| Man involved
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| In my fantasy, I’m always up for early release
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| Time and money might have finally found their place
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| Why not we can’t afford a minute to talk
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| Our water won’t ever boil while we’re watching the pot
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| The minute i quit trying I’m a spring the lock
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| Then I’ll bookmark the money where the garbage stop
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| The preceding was paid programming where
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| Anything goes It certainly don’t represent the views of
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| Your favorite shows, but let it ring out in your thinking
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| Like a tubular bell, then bring the mallet down
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| To land a crashing blow to your skull
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| And when you’re finished letting cheddar put a cramp in your style
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| You leave your worries in the toilet and you fish out a smile
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| Retrieve your lotus blossom from the hot impossible heap
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| You walk as free as a commercial, what a sense of relief!
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| Best believe that the cartoon is lunacy
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| And it’s juicy with violence and nudity
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| Soon redundant, obscure comedy
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| Is more appealing than a woman’s warm womb can be
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| Round and round goes the collection plate and
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| Ain’t defeat a wicked virus, how it lives to repeat
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| No doubt, but
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| If it ain’t rough it’s just puppet to me
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| It ain’t a real boy that suffers with its guts on the screen
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| I got a long list of criticism for my superiors
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| That I hoist like a heater from the holster of my hero
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| With a dream in mind of meter-less convenient street parking
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| I feed a coin to the computer put my head down keep walking
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| This price volatility can’t wear me out
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| The cowbell’s ring doesn’t bring me down
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| My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car
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| No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares, once
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| I’ve spoken on the phone and combed my hair
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| My live flesh is impatient like a
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| Ballet of rapists
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| I’m a silent decoy of
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| Sweet sensation
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| I chase my orders up and down a vacant hallway
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| There’s a vapor there my body won’t tolerate
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| There’s a rat up a tree too high for me to trap it
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| I reach into the belly of the beast for beauty assets
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| With sculpted, younger looking faces abundant
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| Love is too much the stuff of a comedy puppet
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| Word is junk bond
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| They cake the gunk on
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| Rather than looking lady like
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| I takes the dump on their
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| Marble playthings and platinum haircuts
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| Knock myself out before I gas the air duct
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| With every dirty stone washed flag I fold
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| Cash registers pain in my sidewalk soul
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| I just sprang the lock on my daddy’s old strong box
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| Found only the key and I don’t know where the song stops
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| The stars are my government
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| Smooth how i rub it in
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| I’m pissed and I’m loving it
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| Don’t see where the trouble is
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| When Ty says move that bus
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| It just cleans my ducts, What kind of miracle
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| Will make over make of my luck
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| I’m judge, jury and executioner to a hoax and
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| I find the yuppie guilty, she butchered a dirty joke
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| I’m a duck out for a cigarette while sentence is pronounced
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| One cruel lash at a time my crime is coming out
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| I’m feelin' statuesque as a tough new law
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| My fake justice hard enough to break your teeth on
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| I’m milk shake soft you could suck ME through a straw
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| You could choke on your broke teeth and forget what you saw
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| If the mall is gonna melt, it’ll smoke us out
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| The cross cannibal crowd can’t protect itself
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| I’m in the house of fractions before twinkling Oakland
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| Hand fucking myself into the great wide open
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| Nobody is anybody now
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| We’re watching snow as a family
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| Truly balanced and bright
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| The opulent soul isn’t empty at all
|
| It’s church voice is daring like there’s no
|
| Man involved
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| Nobody is anybody now
|
| We’re watching snow as a family
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| Truly balanced and bright
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| The opulent soul isn’t empty at all
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| It’s check book is daring like there’s no
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| Man involved |