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20 mil of dopamine, hoping for 'tonin
Sugar, spice, x-chem, essential components
Floating in the soup and loathing the moments
Where inner child proofing has encoded the openings
Ope. I'm a cope mech warrior all the sudden
With a stacked backburner, fats packed in the oven
Rock a few hundred pictogram minimum estro
Then cut off the source till it's squat on the andros
Flash in the pan, with a dash of the speed force
Coulda shoulda woulda but the book said I need more
Time for a life more aligned than assignments
With diamonds for hiding when climate's a shit storm
It just pours better when the blood stays in the bath
Water could be wetter, love bombs take care of that
Crafting a batch that'll pair with my whine
Many make do from scratch but the store brand's fine
It's delicious
Near religious
All the same, I'm
Barely satisfied
Garden of Ina
Through with Eden
Freely breathing
Barefoot and alive
I'ma teach ya how to make your life your own
Fly with teeth first to face and bite through stone
Drenched in ether, we leave the strife alone
Keep your preachers these purists strive to clone
At times I'm fine to go minus ultra
In spite of vultures my kind've suffered
Y'all stock your cupboards, we bare but molars
Await tweaks to measurements with tracking numbers
I come as I will be with healing on mail order
Doctors with borders keep gates on the corner
I rage at the former and push through the latter
While down with the move to make chutes out of ladders
Don't matter in the schemes of grandeur what the rules were
All bad bad but good enough for the Cool World
Animators drew with the dirtiest lines
Many make due from sketch but we trace just fine
It's delicious
Near religious
All the same, I'm
Barely satisfied
Garden of Ina
Through with Eden
Freely breathing
Barefoot and alive
Arrive at conclusions by step of the wind pipe
Down your illusions with prep kids all win fights
Tried just to bend I to fit scripts that pens write
Your friends like your gems, or I'd guess it depends, right?
Inside voices are abandoned for sport, kid
Decided on noise, no commandment endorsement
Of course all of yours keep a key close but we know
When a door stays closed then we're fine just to force it
Abort missions putting bubbles's precious norms at risk
Or tisk is doubled erupting in conflict
All the convict colonists with bodiless politics
Promise chronic intolerance but couldn't possibly stop this
You're a notch my bed knob, swept by the leg, guys
Never sympathize with devils or drop x height
Next time the hands y'all had nailed hold the line
We're due what's snatched, yours'll do just fine
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Oh honey, you must be new with a bit too much to prove (OK)
Not funny like haha more like what are you even trying to do? (OK)
WATCH OUT, we got a bad ass here, eye roll react approved (OK)
HALF amusing, NAP inducing SNAFU (dude that's you) (OK)
Got a side eye like Heimdall for this entitled boy's deployed odd flex (OK)
Another Bateman/Durden/Sanchez/Fleck stan missing the point of the text (OK)
Just wanna hate fuck 808s on the first 8 dates no matter what that takes (OK)
Kindly back off the FACE, all of your BASE can take a trebuchet to SPACE (OK)
"Calm down it's a joke", right? Wanna poke out my eyes every time you type (OK)
You're a sapiosexual mayosapien mansplaining neophyte (OK)
Cause you KNOW you're toxic, flow like a faucet's stank like a late cracked egg (OK)
And I'm convinced I could do more for you with a ban hammer to the leg (OK)
You're a copypasta personified advocating for devils for sport (OK)
But your feelings don't care for facts so of course your reactions are oh so smort (OK)
Your swerving out lanes'll drive me to DRINK more taxing than painting it PINK (OK)
Not even mad as y'all might THINK but here's my Pay Pal link (OK)
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howdy, sport. is your father home? pass the phone along, please
that proper patriarch can push me up against the family tree
meet your new step parent, tiger, how’s the home been?
cause I’m about to come in like a wrecking ball and own shit
bone picking daddy whacker, give your papa back pains
slow grinds to jack hammers, whatever the man craves
whether shins down, on my tummy, back, or eyes
I have come to bring the thunder to his flat, vanilla sky
cause I’m fly like Norrin Radd, known to flirt with hella dads
tell your mom I’d relish bad romance with her better half
the last laugh is decent, the preceding scream is best
pour that sugar from the bottle neck directly on my chest
I confess, I’ve overreached but repentance is my mission
tell me papa don’t preach, but I’ve found my new religion
because the school is back in session for a lesson in some hard knocks,
a silver fox in charge of this chicken headed heart throb
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING (daddy)
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
we can beat around the bush or get “straight” to the bottom
drop bikini line and sinker, with a single hook I’ve caught him
got a problem with my plumbing but your pops is on top of it
big dad energy in liquid form, harvested
…
how’ve you been, slugger? miss your daddy in a bad way?
he’s puttin in that overtime and coming for that back pay
late nights, calves strained, sweat levels flu-like
he’s my Al Borland and it’s always fucking Tool Time
I know that he's a family guy, I'll keep the oven warm
till he comes home from work, then I'll take him to the floor
inform Honey Bear Sr. bout my five finger discount
if he ain’t reached his full potential, guarantee I’ll pull it out
about to carpe mentula, from frenulum to scruff
then he can slide into my dm’s cause I’m slippery when wet enough
I’m tough but he can tenderize and marinate my brisket
put the grill on high heat and flip me over every twenty minutes
this is super villain shit, where heroes gets seduced
he's the Bruce to my Selina on the rooftops in leather suits
the way we move’s an art-form, the painting’s great for stress
and we’re guaranteed to sketch it out in fifty shades or less
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING FATHERS, KID
HIDE YOUR FUCKING DADS
HIDE YOUR FUCKING HIDE YOUR FUCKING
HIDE YOUR FUCKING (daddy)
we can beat around the bush or get “straight” to the bottom
drop bikini line and sinker, with a single hook I’ve caught him
got a problem with my plumbing but your pops is on top of it
big dad energy in liquid form, harvested
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Dial an extra fino grove, it’s danger hella flex skirt
Hella extra dial a danger final grovel excerpt ~
Tex-Mex text chain grotto w/ the sexperts
Mile high vinyl spinach, gobbling the next verse
hella fine extra dialer groveling for danger
nevermind the flex I'm just repelling my containers
been assigned generic but chimeric's more the nature
too hangry for the gameplay to wait for formal wagers
(This one's for the) playlists of the poor, insane, and sorta gay kids
The ordinary ordinateur is overrated
We co-ordinated in order to make a statement of intent
To live in your head without paying rent
alpine intent, pitch shift the tent.
Witch niche, which itch I scratch you lament?
Cauldron collider, mint julep cement You’re
Tuned in to humyns with punitive gems in a
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
If you say the word then we emerging like the locust
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
rhyme better, gooder, greater than your homophobic favourites
while hater haters fight to cancel cancel culture's basis
we place in first through third, absurd at nerdery with faces
all bases covered but we’re running buttered, based, and naked
OK kids, pick up all your play things, put em in their
Places, I don't want to trip down the stairs to the
Basement. Laser vision surgery should give you cutting
Gazes... if looks could k~ill.
I would be Ghengis, freak among us
Feed the fungus, meet the tempest
I’m the dampest, moisten, emphasis
To chungus lips in umbrage, and
thicc circumference thanks to drops from needle point
quick to bludgeon, upward thrusts till freedom’s scored
endorse ends, defenses of means leave me bored
but if we’re friends I guess you can pretend that you’re
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
If you say the word then we emerging like some locusts
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
Three duos, two members each, so there's four of us
Right? Verses and choruses tight.
Cerberus orifice bite, observers in
Forests at night - us versus deplorables,
Fight! as fedoras ignore us in forums, and bore us with
Quorums endorsing abhorrent embarrassments
Parody, apparently paradise lost in america.
Soften your character.
there in the fine print, a finger for mine, prince
your highness, my low down, there’s sex in our violence
timeless, I guess, or at least losing track and not pressed
except in the literal sense?
BONK! Thousand years horny jail for motherrr
What an incredible smell you've discoverrrrred
Blow me like the cover of a plainclothes provocateur
Future so bright we need rainbow binoculars
unexplained by philosophers, prophets, or any historical precedent, there was no way to read the bones until they had long since been bleached by the passing suns. what survivors remained spoke of massive advancements of three giants upon the back of a lizard with fists like hammers whose tongues flashed like guns…
THEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY’RRREEEEEE
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
If you say the word then we emerging like some locusts
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
harder to pronounce and yet the crowds are bound to quote this
EXTRAHELEDANGERDIALPHINOGROVE-A-DOCIOUS
Big fire trucks! BIG BOY FIRE TRUCKS!
DANGERDANGERDANGERDANGERDANGERDANGERDOCIOUS
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