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haHaha I’ll be very impressed if aNyone actually learns all this shit... Lyrics right here. Try to keep up:
You suckers settle like sediment
Sentimental to ketamine
Rent a pedalo get em in
Then I’ll let it go gentlemen
Fletcher in the Sketchers,
Etch A Sketching chicks up on Letterman,
Send a medal and cheque, it’s signed by an Ellen with pen in hand,
I’ll fashion a bow, fashion to go,
Flashing her globes at my show
My passion is smashing, irrational, casual **
I pray my Clay be smashing the moulds,
You can’t see us, or be us,
Cassius pass us the dro, ok I
Sit by the exit on my flight,
I got two X’s on my eyes,
Sit by my exes on my flight, woah
That floral dress be looking nice,
The chorus best be hooking right,
I think I’m best at cooking rice,
So bring the sides whoa
A fucking Christ Flow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
Like a cyclone,
With a bright glow,
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
You better than this
No I ain’t
I’m a loser.
Wait.
I'm a truther and the proof is
in the fucking cake
Crash into a beauty pageant
Man I’ll win that shit.
Accolades and ladies,
Been there done that
Bin that shit
Never seen a movie
Better than the Iron Giant
That shit had me crying
All night hiding under duvets sighing
Man some times I feel like
I’m the Iron Giant flying
into nuclear warheads
My jaw clenched
Alyx my belt, Orion
Gravity defying
Monty Python Life of Brian
1963 rendition of Jason and the Argonauts
Passing up on all support on tour
My daughter calls from Baltimore
Shit ain’t have a daughter,
But I do have apple cores of course
A fucking Christ Flow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
Like a cyclone,
With a bright glow,
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
So if to perch means to purchase,
When I say I’m ‘perchin like a bird’
I don’t mean chirping, slurping worms,
No I be murdering Hermés,
Béarnaise on my steak
Honey, can I stay?
‘Get away you primate
I got a boyfriend, what, you a blind ape?’
I will, kick him down four flights
Have him falling for a fortnight,
Take a tour guide to the morgue and the man say
‘Damn this goblin’s corpsem light’
I sit back and crack attack a pack of Snack a Jacks and Coors Lite
She a maestro with the lights low,
‘Come on baby, where’d your tights go?’
A fucking Christ Flow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
Like a cyclone,
With a bright glow,
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
