| Was in the throes of Rome with goat’s legs
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| Clip clip clop, it was misfit o’clock
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| Will it be the batty in the belfry
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| Or witches in the pond if you visit pick an image and respond, blister in the
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| sun
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| Kiss it with your tongue
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| Listen every little signal has been criminally sponged
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| Or molested by a symphony of thumbs
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| And eventually neglected
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| Here is how the symmetry was won
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| Fourth quarter it’s infinity to none
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| Arms hung through the pillory
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| And swung 'til the hickey and the guillotine are one
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| Literally calling all heartworms back to the can from whence you came,
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| jittery and drunk
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| Get a grip on the immediate belittling
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| Triggered from a vitiated brain
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| That couldn’t mediate the little things
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| Wait… stranger danger
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| Your names escape me in a blaze of manga
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| When the cel-shades fade and cancel
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| All the rain’s made of anvils
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| You should start a band called The Stand-Stills
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| Pitter patter antennae, antlers
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| Animated man hammered into canned shambles
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| And everybody is nuzzled in the bosom of they handlers
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| Watch: can I get a gambit or not?
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| Not
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| Dang, finally met his Waterloo and what are you
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| The recreant who wouldn’t cut a tooth
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| Here’s the proof
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| Not that I need it, only cuz' I want y’all to have it
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| Know that to know this
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| Strictly shark tank shit
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| To throw it son, stoned, frozen, low the omen
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| In the blued out and opened up above my Oakland knowing
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| No gods touch what no gods clock
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| Cuts a killer free type locked
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| Been bent seen all my keyholes clot
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| With stern earnest
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| And anti matter a me worded
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| Ten hard in the blast furnace
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| Of last and a sole purpose
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| Berserked of make
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| Dropping the safe
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| On this wink of awake under date… in a yolk
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| Beside a blank for your signature
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| Isn’t the business a dead heading a customer bit of a
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| Undoing a kid by the dream stem
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| It’s Them and Aes back to put the heroes to tests
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| Then give em something to trace
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| They fear where we best
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| Ears can get stretched, heads we will touch
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| With the undoable deathproofable eye tooth and a shiv out a luck
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| Believein-in lead leaver, the-mean-it-reaper, a day eater
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| Who’ll break fever, contract, sheep or a dive speaker
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| In the name of the ant and the seeker
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| Bane of the can’t and the weaker
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| Doing his dutiful ether
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| Nothing but justice
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| Death loves this
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| And life pets it
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| To illuminate aaaayyythang this side of the exit
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| Quit hushing the thunder in you
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| Teeth up blood out
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| Shark what you’re slumbering through
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| Or regret it…
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| Know that to know this…
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| You can buy your time, I’ll hunt mine…
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| I commit to a sequence of gestures
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| Side effect of a deep-end dementia
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| I commit to a sequence of gestures
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| Know that to know this
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| We’re cutting it open and have chosen to throat it to the shark
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| I commit to a sequence of gestures
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| Act (?) quick and apprehend offenders
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| I commit to a sequence of gestures
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| Know that to know this
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| We’re cutting it open and have chosen to throat it to the shark tank that wrote
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| it… |