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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #357
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Hologram Pants
Uploaded
April 01, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.4 MB • 128 kbps • 5:52
Lyrics
My bloodstream forms the highways and bi-ways
As the parasite waste management program ever widens
Trafficking at maximum capacity inducing population growth
My body feeds not just my own, even soul sees worm food as its
Sources say whether or not they remain in hiding
Depends exclusively on the weak allegiance between scars and
Meekness sends his sympathies but won't be attending the meeting
Consult the law abiding wise old tribesman Joe the Biden is not a
Sucker punches have dropped me to my knees
Let digital TV drag the neurosis out of me
And set upon this breeze my own delicious sweet release
Concocting brain indoctrination rocking four centuries of pleased self mocking
Looks like life's cooking up another crazy dish
Way back hidden in his kitchen
I can remember some time before
When it used to taste almost twice as fishy
But now he's read the books and learned what he could
& I like what he's grilling
Takes me way back to those times before
When I never knew the ill and all the sh** that always comes with them
When I found out the ill and I weren't all that different
Blue book consulted me, so it's what I took to be free
Never mistook obstinate shaking for unleashed grief
All enticing smiles prove most adequate in trials
Set to redefine the reasons why this messy solace is accomplished by
Denial of my purer self has left me senseless
No longer concerned with the sincerity of messages
Transcribed on the back of my eyelids
No, I know not why it's legitimate this time,
But evidence suggested
Cuz it hit me, like a tripped elephant
& it hit me, like bookies collecting a debt
Cuz it hit me, like fingernails scratching on your clit
Cut it hit me in what I bit it with and said, "don't take no sh** "
Cuz we need fire in subterranean halls
& a cupid with some f*** ing balls
& a little insurrection getting national attention
for the number of patriotic non home owners involved
& some sleazy chick picked this afternoon
By the local coke head dealer in a combative move
For internal redirection somehow curing your secession
Of your spirit from your senses by filling your vices in two
Cuz it hit me, like a suicidal penguin
& it hit me, like it wanted to do it again
& it hit me, like it was scoring 10 out of 10
& it hit me like it could inflict subliminal messages that said
I'm gonna hit you so f*** ing hard, that my thoughts are gonna end up in your mommas subconscious
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