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[Intro: Rob Sonic] |
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Here's a little something for the lost and found |
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If the mallon ain't on, then we're walking out |
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What you talking 'bout? You can't be serious |
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Cause we don't even know what year it is |
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2000 and 1985, on New Year's Eve or the day we die |
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In a Ryder truck, with the trailer open |
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Protocol overall is lederhosen |
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[Verse Intro] |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me, what you been doing |
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[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] |
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Soldering an organ from the '70's |
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Other hand harvesting the organs of my enemies |
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If in pursuit of feeder fish, he forgo any pleasantries |
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Bonfires eating into ornamental effigies |
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At a odd orbit, not a part of the public |
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Part of a mob forged in worn carnival justice |
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Trust, that's what a playboy be on |
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One quarter straight, no save point respawn |
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[Verse Intro] |
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[Verse 2: Rob Sonic] |
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Gettin' Ziggy with it |
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Biting the hand that feeds Lenny and Squiggy with it |
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Lord of the flies with more eyes on his pinky digit |
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I am Bobby Freedom, and this is 60 minutes |
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Tar boil, coil with hood spread |
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Gargoyle then foil the good bets |
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Part spoiled and loyally book bed |
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And char broil the soil with oily footsteps |
