Produced by GreyMatter
[z1]
Life's a cadaver with a canine concubine
Whining all the way to the vine taking its time in the diner
Ain't nothing finer than having a javelin stabbed in the abdomen
Like being trapped on Gilligan's Island when you ain't having it
Laughing, smiling and croaking at the sway of the ocean's motion
Getting dizzy off promotion, misappropriating devotion
Lotioning the spine skinning for the win with skipped beginnings
And a paper that boasts a better manager's living from all your givings
Signed with an affidavit that when earned you just can't have it
Mad as whatever it takes but strained like cocoa rabbit on his habit
Hooked, line and headed for the sinker, torpedo beamer
No looking receiver, wide open for the catch but fumble, the dreamer
Man, forget it; keep on kissing and missing the Titanic trip
Over the iceberg and vice while it grips you with the panic
Manic deplorable conditions positioned so you look for sinning
Mechanically bent on driving it in with no prohibition
What is this? the methodology of a loser in a PT Cruiser
Half discernable off of a bad keynote in a blue kaboose, you
Broke lower than belligerent, you'd be ashamed of the oversupposed
Flow got better than ice cold water in a tin can overdosing
On its own hydrogen oxygenated twice over delivery
Raised beyond all matter that have bad effects on egocentricity
Innoculated so far to the left that found is negated
And words begin permeating the dome like "I can't make it..."
Silly habitual, whoever perused in your world ain't worth the noose
Please levitate it to the back so those listening can do more use
Do yourself a favor and loose that
Trivial verbatim, no combat necessarily redundant - you know you all that
And a bag of old tricks we know should've been left up in the attic
But the mere fact you kept at it is more to suggest that you should have it
So take it, but remember out in that space not to get left naked
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[GreyMatter]
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