flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist wither by the watering hole, border patrol what are we to heart huckabee art fuckery suddenly? not enough young in his lung for the waterwing colorfully vulgar poacher outta mulch like "i'm 'a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt" fine sign of the time we elapse when a primate climb up a spine and attach eye for an eye by the bog like swamps and vines they get a rise out of frogs and flies so when a dog-fight's hog-tied prize sorta costs a life their mouths water on a fork and knife and the allure isn't right, no score on a war torn beach where the cash cow's actually beef blood turns wine when it leak for police like "that's not a riot it's a feast, let's eat!"
CHORUS: and i will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast and i will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane through the sky like "none shall pass"
aah, let me in! x2 none shall pass aah, let me in! x2 none shall pass
if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix you wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz how he spoke through a no-doz motor on the fritz cause he wouldn't play roll over fetch like a bitch and express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss to the jokers who pose by the glitz. fine sign of the swine in the swarm when a king is a whore who comply and conform miles outside of the eye of the storm with a siphon to lure out a prize and award while avoiding the vile and bazaar that is violence and war true blue triumph is more like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold let it break the walls of jericho ready? go! sat where the old cardboard city folk swap tales with heads like every other penny throw
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"you tried to trick me you've gotta lot of nerve" "i'm not trying to trick you i'm -trust me- i'm -trust me- i'm trying to help"
okay, woke to a grocery list goes like this: duty and death anyone object, come stand in the way you could be my little snake river canyon today and i ran with a chain of commands and a jet pack strap where the back-stab lands if it can fine sign of the vibe in the crowd when i cut her belly open to find what climb out what a bit of gusto he muster up to make a dark horse rush like enough is enough it musta struck a nerve so they huff and puff 'til all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck and it's a beautiful thing to my people who keep an impressive wingspan even when the cubicle shrink you gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed NY chew thru the machine
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"i'm trying to help"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
