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Tetra
(专辑: Skelethon - 2012)
Don't fool with his cool I
turn a
staff to a
snake and back, evade crack Shake a
5150 in shades and a
fake stache Dirtbike made of 5
worse bikes, uphill Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill MakerBot coin-op arcade punk Talking arcane science, dark age pulp Four eyes card face, bark Aes iron on [?] Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day And surface from the
cellar door like worms into the
petrichor Messenger, better get a
vessel for a
Tetris score Zilch, cowabunga homies call me "press ignore" Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors That taught a
man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers And I
never lost tic tac toe to a
live chicken For the
footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishing For diamondback rattles in his holy grail Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal 3
wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock Wore the
same hoodie everyday like Mumm-Ra Buh-dum-bum, follow the
regenerated rebel flesh [?] Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetra fish Who stood by the
conviction in his we should be together less forevermore Before we are the
severed heads of civil war And basing [?] radio ricochet off the
silver foil Trash can fire looking for a
kill to grill or spoil Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks I
know, this is why we can't have nice things I
prefer to skip the
pleasantries Flip the
diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy No shit Oh and don't fool with his cool Ma, can we get a
pool? ... Is that a
no? Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping Slow Mozart, no I've never heard a
knocking Might've burst in on it, splits or skin popping [?] Opt out, sober on the
eve of no saints day Locate and aim for the
token propane tank Bang! Followed from a
pulling of hair To a
homecoming sullied by a
skull on a
spear It spun a
human resources issue to public affair Reciprocity is a
pestilent compulsion to bear And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling [?] The
wonder twins are bitching Armchair hater, I
wouldn't piss on your coffin But when I
see your picture I
draw dicks on it The
ozone breakaway tux Holds chicken wire ribs and paper mache guts Pipe cleaner mustache, fork hands, google eyes Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize You are now rocking with the
worst Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees Not to mention the
collateral delirium it breeds Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past He from a
tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp And he don't get out much but when he do it's beetlemania Do not be asleep at the
feet of his feelers radius Too charitable, offering the
average joe some real estate Between the
big mouth billy bass and jackalope Cozy in a
moment of bliss Snatch the
food off your plate, snatch a
goat off a
bridge No shit
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