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Roll into the city with one half of the cannibals New joint bumping out the whip speakers Made the escape for a night of making tapes Now it's back to the cockroaches and preachers Somewhere a prom queen's giving birth in a bathroom stall Hauling a prime directive not to get blood on her mother's ballgown I'm son of a stubborn old one track jackal prince Trucking with the prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down Ate the city, spit the bricks, ate the boxcar, spit the burners Ate the planet, spit the murder Funny farm rampage from writing rap for milk money built ugly But a couple side effects to make 'em love me My cipher demeanor left Jesus rubbing genie bottles 'Til the following morning Colombo found a crown of thorns in urine puddles You're in trouble I'm not tryin' to save the world, I'd rather watch it die slow So I could spit my grand "I told you so" Are we having fun yet? Yup. Step to the carnies. Try to win a teddy bear to impress you favorite barbie She almost sucked you off at the company Christmas party But she won't accept the bear 'til Aesop signs it with a sharpie My ex girl bounced without payin' the cable bill I checked myself in television rehab. Withdrawal symptoms may include shivering, fevers, drooling, and chronic masturbation Now I pray to the gods of pornography and Playstation Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And if I die before I wake Give my ASR to El and bury me with my mistakes
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