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You've got a very soft vision of art |
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You've got a deficit disorder of heart |
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Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern |
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This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards |
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When KRUSH drops a f**kin city buster, I call it the crowd rapist |
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Ace of base shitty compounded to drown faceless |
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Out of the ground basics found in lost spaces |
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Ashamed of its own bassline traces (that's pure hatred) |
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Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right) |
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I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight |
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The part that reflects light, my razorblade kite |
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F**k it..the rugged word, my immortal beloved |
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Got you suckin off muppets for bisquick and contracts and shit |
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Printed on the back of triscuits and served rectally |
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(jesus this shit is giving me a headache, man) |
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What a difference indifference can make |
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My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum |
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Borderline f**k ya soundbombing |
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I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water |
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Water tainted, complaint filed time to transfer |
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Take me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as: |
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Stab em through the nipples with their own bitchy as rimshots |
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I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust |
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With modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touch |
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So much slower than the whole scenery seems |
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Moving through the plastiasine brackets backwards |
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Afterburn full thrust monks react trackless |
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Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics |
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Turn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matress |
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Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building |
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Time to build time to be brazen with can rasing |
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The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience |
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Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes |
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This is nervous unnerving wordshit reported |
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Fortnights of journey through |
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Warning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcom |
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The laugh track's added to the last cat shit on |
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The audience claps like dillenger gun masonic rounds |
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Falling down, trample the trespass sound |
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Ample disress, amp'll get loud as terrets |
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From banchee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaphone |
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Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad blade |
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And become animalistic authority walks the plan, thats implicit |
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The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned |
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This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings |
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to those with false motion |
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All potions, pour to parched hearts open |
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Casted out, sold out in the open |
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DJ f**kin Len'll leave the boom box dead |
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DJ F**kin KRUSH'll make your children throw furniture |
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Learning disabilities spring from the scene |
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Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams |
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Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation |
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Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations |
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FM is just femenin breaks on rotation |
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Company Floww hold the mic naked |
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Famous (aside from murder touch) get with the once known divine style |
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I enter like Asian, demented and god-like |
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Odd mic clutched and chucked at glass structure |
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Eat at that, bodies of martars and pump action |
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Technospawn the last long-cock rhymer |
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Get with it, spaceghost the force soul weapon |
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Get with it, get got or got missing. |
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You've got a very soft vision of art |
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You've got a deficit disorder of heart |
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Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern |
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This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards |