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Untouchable (AR Version)
[Intro:] Impossible Kid, 4/29 Just some shit [Verse:] Three's company, Appetite for Destruction tee Chunky Monkey, Funyuns, I
can feel the
cat judging me Please, I've seen you eat your puke and drink the
toilet water Which completely renders your opinion void, you little fucker Poison puffers hit the
reef, hissing through their missing teeth Pissy like a
Minotaur with six hours in the
middle seat Or middle schoolers protesting the
mystery meat and Catcher ban Castaways walk into the
same light as Carol Ann Dagger in his teeth and treat a
rapper like a
rack of lamb His allergy is middling, his middle finger's Plastic Man Dag, they want a
de-radicalized youth Though it sort of undermines the
magic of high noon My right hand writing a
diary of the
dodgy I
do the
wrong thing when all the
right people are watching It's a
medley of defiance and outfoxing Born in a
storm's eye alongside Long Island swamp kings Bonk, shoegaze rap, get your blue suede Get used to the
goofy get-a-clue face Jump into the
goon goose chase, try the
Kool-Aid Try the
blue plate, it tastes like doomsday Off leash gryphons at the
Westminster Kennel Club As vessels of Beelzebub, bite the
hand that belly-rub Lug it to the
belfry, keep the
pups alive and healthy We as hunters treat the
summers like a
mother ripe for milking Up and feeding Alexander Pardee art into the
silk-screen Still here, sleeping with the
lights on and quill near Tour van, corpse paint, war moon Make the
bass wobble like a
two-man horse suit Dork-proof, type to forge a
sword in his dorm room Break fiends, drain 3's from the
warp tube Long tooth, short fuse, Stormtroopers over John Zorn loops If you ain't core, it ain't for you Trolls, bubbling from the
lows Want nothing but to run him for the
bulk of what he owns Homie, all of this material ain't shit to me The
trinketry, the
filigree, the
antiquated theories of validity I
never really cared for the
cars The
point A
to B
sound scared when it starts Trash can fire in the
middle of the
crib Where the
coven swap recipes and riddles from the
crypt It's monsoon season, keep the
log flumes leaning Religious paranoia get the
Doc Seuss treatment Breaking out the
Bronx Zoo, tabletop the
Mongoose Gray fade, ain't afraid to knock a
few cogs loose I'm from where it's defense on three And anybody with a
fucking brain bump Sean P
Old boy, might combine the
carve with the
stalefish All aboard the
mid-life snail's pace tailspin You were busy authoring the
holy grail of mailed-in I
was busy snow, sleet, heavy rain, hail, wind Ready, aim, fail shit, it's Hail Marys everywhere Over all the
petty shit, under all the
messy hair I'm Untouchable, uncrushable plus I'll We don't need another hero, we just want our cups filled I'm Trivial Pursuit cards at the
40/40 buzzkill Aesop Rock, code name: Yo, son, chill
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