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Well, so we meet again (He said he's grown spiritually since the last TIME) |
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OK. This is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects |
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Where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash flesh. |
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Poison function accompanied by six armor-clad |
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Black horse and buggy mechanisms |
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Tugged a portion of my severed vision. |
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The gathering of loose ends in a bucket |
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Wit a shoestring budget. |
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Every man's got a field to plow. (I know that now) |
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But it's like, man, |
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I really can't afford the oxen, |
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Fee fie et cetera |
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I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking. |
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I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone. |
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I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home. |
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I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention |
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By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences. |
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Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering. |
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And when the groom presents the ring, |
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The bride commenced the blistering. |
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It's textbook magnificently crude. |
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Prototype king beserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal. |
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Treasure. |
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Loose cannons span the starboard bow of |
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The clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure. |
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Cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous, |
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Beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility |
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With a teaspoon full of sugar. |
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I rock ready, aim, fire; while y'all rock ready, fire, aim. |
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Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame. |
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Merit badge marksman or poacher? |
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It's all the same, |
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So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain. [Chorus] *rapped in doubletime* |
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I wanna be a big bang, gotta be. |
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Never bottle me up in a probably, |
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I wanna see a ' |
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Yes sir,' sir. |
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Yes sir! Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone; |
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Warn the other brothers |
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I was born forlorn. |
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Big bang. |
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Shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, |
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I think big things. |
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I'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. |
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I'ma be a big bang. *repeat* |
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I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population |
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Bottle neck effect, sorta born def. |
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Alien to shallow alchemy. |
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If you gon' metamorph the base metal to precious. |
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Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants. |
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I'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window. |
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Left an S. |
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O.S. infested bottle nestled in his grip so |
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With a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow |
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I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils. |
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Fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment. |
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Despised every second, but |
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I guess I learned my lesson. |
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If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim |
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There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system. |
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Sticky panoramic contaminant planted |
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In conjunction with phantom assumption |
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Gutterbug alumnus candidates. |
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Well, I promise you |
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I'LL man the lighthouse |
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Just to help guide in your ship |
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If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch) |
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Godspeed, straight-jacketed ragged approach |
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To circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly |
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From a B.C. generation disgust |
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Community movement alluding to a "No blood given, no recognition" |
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Life manner. |
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I was us up all night with a rusty hammer |
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Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered, |
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But to that certain lack of avail, |
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I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks) |
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Chorus 2x [Aesop Rock] |
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Big bang, bi-big bang |
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It's gettin bigger by the second |
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Check it O |
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K. I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell. |
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I shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similairs repel. |
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I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals. |
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I'm broken arrow to the ****in bone. (broken poem) |
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I don't really believe in |
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God, But God, |
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I'm scared to death of |
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God! I swear to |
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God, I never meant to spill the beans |
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Nor tear the pod, |
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But it's like... |
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I hike an acre unimpressed |
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And slept on the sabre's edge |
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Enough times to splice anti- |
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Christ's favorite pledge. |
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I wanna know myself. |
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Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves, |
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And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls. |
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I push the ghouls to man overboard, |
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Pull the bulls onto my sword |
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And buckle down in the corner chair of the round table floored. |
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Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar. |
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Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, slide over. |
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The recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity |
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By stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully. |
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I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers. |
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Courderize the wound and heads like "Gimme gimme something major." |
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Road side prophetic, ascend well enveloped in a mummy ribbon system |
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Blistering in the wishing well. |
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BIG BANG! |
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THIS SONG |
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IS AWESOME. |
