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Dum-diggy, bump Biggie 'Til the landlady holler, get a haircut, hippie The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill Breath quelled dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells Shedding, purple tape, purple 'hawk, ape A single flower through the permafrost Pick himself and learn to walk, in furry pants War paint, circling a duralog Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog Schlock purist, watch the block burneth One o'clock prophets in the parking lot at Perkins The perfect politicians 30 clicks outside of Sturgis Doggie bag doctors, military deserters Who still shop surplus and can't hold jobs I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs Might pedal by the police Tuff with two F's Ah fuck that shit look Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn Or dead dog sent to quote/unquote live on a farm The coke bottles tint film noir Tripping out the milk bar Poison horchata cup Milf in the Zip Car Six arms, six hand-styles like ships on scrimshaw Part Def Jam part Dischord My wig-picker threw me out of her office Had to cold turkey 'benzos, summer was awesome Onion of 'bensis Summer was awesome Got brats on the grill Wormwood in the cauldron Horse hoof in the dog's mouth Cholera in the well Make money periodically vomiting on himself I read Nat Geo, craft and crack geodes Lift party hats out of Craft Depot Unleaded liar blood pumped through his neck Came down from the mountain Tuff with two F's TUFF TUFF (What's so funny? You, what are you laughing at? I said what are you laughing at?) Before a player ever met his omega They were effectively reducing his behavior into data With plans to build a dais where the People grow potatoes and cabbage Don't make him raise the gate between the bettas In a spectacle displaying the nature of strange neighbors I paint caves 'til the rage campaign tapers And show a new crop how he used to moonwalk Out of breath like a seven day old balloon dog I still hang band posters and buy black-lights Crib decorated like a dorm room at Brandeis Still pretend I'm gonna build another half-pipe Nevermind the Ford-era christening and pants size Man, who could've guessed the future of abominable imagery Would also share a birthday with Kenny G, none The ninety-nine cent two cents keeps two arms folded Tuff with two F's Yeah, let's do it like that Unh I pay a guy to lean over steepled fingers And convince me to pay him for his teas and tinctures The string cheese dinner kid speak Cheech wizard For the gone like Gossamer under number three clippers Free, forged in various pulp channels Even his prize horse rides a wolf into battle Even his blood and body couldn't pick him out a line up Or his name off the paper It's Aes pronounced why us? First learned the high art of eyeing a mark Buying nickels for a dime at the park I learn to rhyme in New York I learned to breathe underwater I learned to walk with a ghost Adidas reeking of sulfur A chauffeur cemetery funk When home is a bleeding ulcer Everything you ever stood up for is keeling over Moonset beautifying Cartoon death catfish on the Foreman Tuff with two F's Yeah
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