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[Hook] (x4) |
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MA-LL-ON |
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Mary |
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[Verse 1: Rob Sonic] |
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From the tree house, you can now see the silhouette |
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Greasy, poor, needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch |
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Seedy talk, slow and low tow his comb through his widow's edge |
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Sleepy dog lying for science dying and pillow pet |
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Creepy still leaning on tire iron and lobby glass |
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Forty-four, door to door, order more of them body bags |
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Posse packed, corduroy, water toys and karate class |
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I'll be back, Play dough with Beowolf in a Chachi mask (Copy That) |
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Roger this, minor twist on a running theme |
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Minus Dean, dominate pocket change for the other team |
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Gutters cleaned, chimney swept, give 'em depth for a color scheme |
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Egg shell over bland white, van dyke over hunter green |
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What it means, forward ho, courts close to the watching eye |
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Tears like his are tenured and rendered for when his father died |
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Anchored to his angled and tangled for when his pocket's lined |
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Golden goose, holding two bowling shoes for his Columbine |
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Hop a ride, tag along, add a song to your mini-mix |
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Mega man, [?] razor clamped to his chinny chins |
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Sixty-six, route down, moving down to the Dixie chick |
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This monkey brought a weapon and heaven give him a pixie stick |
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Is he sick, if so, make him hurl all the stuff he drank |
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Hold his hand behind his back, get his hat and his money, thanks |
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Once he blanks, stand him up, hand him some of the onion rings |
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Tell him that he's good, get him Bush Tonic, Cutty Ranks |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Aesop Rock] |
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Side winders wind through fried wires |
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In a room of hired primates climbing on typewriters |
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Trying desperately to organize an alphabet in prose |
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That would render them in drastically exaggerated roles |
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I know I shouldn't care and I'm too old to play the dozens |
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But admittedly I visualize some ultimate comeuppance with |
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Heads on pikes and pikes on walls and hell bound knights who deny all involvement, it's awful |
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Off on a tough blue huffy |
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Got a bucktooth youth from an uncool cubby |
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Who step inside the club like a statue crying blood |
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Dance floor scattered, staff asking why I'd come |
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Man... shamefully whichever way you cut it |
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I was trying to impress some people I can't even stomach |
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You'd like to think you're cool enough to not care if you're cool |
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But the spirit gets distracted, the flesh is ******* cruel |
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They drag you to the tempest and extend you to the wolves |
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This would be the time if you had any cool signature moves |
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Escape artist careful not to spook the horses |
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From zero to a symphony of molecules in orbit |
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I never had a gold chain, never had a cold beer |
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Had a codename and a moral code he hold dear |
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Guts pecked out pigs snout gross beard |
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A B C fingers stuck in both ears |
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[Hook] |