It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We
bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. Ready on the
left with a face full of death. We slanged out
fang mouth bang out now. This is a never dug
disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter
clamp crunk out the fish bowl. Gorgeous how
struggling gills wriggle out water, ain't it? Same
scape as the walls crawling with paranoia's
plaintiffs. The robo-komodo promo Zen patience
a-alike to this jittery drooling mess. Bitterly
unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the
kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions
peeled at the field workers. Is it raw? Please...
does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize
little Linus minus the lap ride and tease?
Evolution is a leader depleter, seeker needy sheep
idol feeder beware, once complete you might not
want to be there. Dead straw to gold bar spin
fiber. Lost and fond in a smitten kitten's
incisors. They Aphrodite all over the burgle of a
purple heart compartment. Marched a burgundy
carpet alarmed and far to parched to bark it. Lil'
Abner. A real firecracker. Grows to throw 'bows
with vehicular hijackers. To eavesdrop plots cops
hired a wire tapper. That's a whipper snapper
trapped beneath my grip on the fire ladder. Took
drums over to deril' to once over the line tones.
Punch toothy ticks 'til they find homes like three
ruby clicks. The roof is on fire where snoopy sits
right now. You should have shot yourself in the
foot when it was in your mouth. CHORUS Thieves in
the strobe deep freeze your pose. For the disease
that grows underneath your toes holds up a reason
y'alls gold never seems to glow. Now we can all
breath slow once the fiend's exposed. It goes
heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame
but you never put the grit down. Hawk styles but
you never got the grit right. Put the grit down.
Grit right. Get down. This is a never dug disco
defamation of dog and pony grappled out chincey,
chipping Leo Da Vinci phonies pushing kill of hill
bloated. Nobody got you. While biggest brother's
watching bigger brother watching big brother watch
you. Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear
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browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship
lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak,
the opera's more than docs and soccer moms. Now
before you kick your feet up, I married and
divorced mother nature after sweet-talking that
old hag out of a pre-nup. This information's
neither braggadocio nor secret, just know as of
now the world is technically not yours, peanut.
It's a day in the life of the carnie dog-faced boy
escapist. Living large, watching Springer, smoking
beedies wrapped in bacon. At night his get busy
disease leakage peaketh. Merk the he say/she say,
BK Jesus turn peg legs to Adidas on the down
stroke. And they like 'what's up with the name?' I
tell'em y'all made Bazooka Tooth I's about to ask
the same. But before you curfew the city and shut
down every block, I'd like to say I still Aesop
the fuck out of the Rock CHORUS This is a never
dug disco. Spread feelers. Tonka zonk Gepetto bred
beezers. Jeepers, gee wilikers, goshes galoshes,
Christ, god almighty. They tore his limbs off
kilter, still the hostage moshes slightly. Hung
off the balcony by the skin off his doctor's
psyche. He hopes it holds but knows the locusts
kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded buggy facial,
insect chopper biting. He's only bones by the time
the ungodly body's sighted. He saw the puddle,
full color hideous monster Viking. He used to
survey if the vermin dined on others like him. He
found the fucks indigenous to him and awfully
feisty. He grew old awkward grinch and settled
into bonkers nicely. I alert vital spider works to
cultivate grit, ship the bulk rate shit. Herbie
the love bug drugs pulsate whips. Tie in spite for
commoner idiocy and good old-fashioned biblical
plague. We move units off your pagan escapade. And
it's pits to the peg legged. Megas eclipse
cripples so that pimp limp's wheel chair
basketball when 15 minutes fizzles. Your flimsy
frame marks hip-hop's second most tragic event and
will 'til Jam Master Jay's resurrection and second
death. CHORUS