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feel that beat kick in while
my head's spinning I'm never winning always losing
choosing to keep boozing 'cause that stress be oozing
out from every pore I can't take it no more like
the heart that won't stop beating in the floor the
true gore that I hold down so deep the kind that
won't let me go to sleep the kind that'll creep
slowly up on me at work make me go berserk and choke
a fellow jerk 'cause Iím an asshole and a jerk the
kind that leaves me feeling weak so helpless can't
speak the kind that makes me want to move the fuck
to battle creek the kind that next week will have
me feeling so good so knock on wood 'cause with
my luck you know I should I'm like good n' plenty
always running on empty hold the mike so gently
like Nestea so drink me I'm absolutely refreshing
like the pope undressing you're gonna need a blessing
just like the tits of Debra Messing
cardigan smarter then harboring
art again parting in midst of starting carting off
dead bodies calmly abandoned theater seeing her
singing cellar door ordained speller speaker weaker
war worn beleaguered rivers slivers slip quivers
to quakers quiet Amy Ackers aching shivers deliver
shaking with scissors love and squalor one collar
a coward hollow holler follow hours empower losers
wallow browsers chewbacca champion camping and ravaged
averageness placid fist savage wrist committed innocence
turbulent urgent detergent surgeon first in thirsting
bursting cursing worst listing listen
raw speaking secreting medicine
the more I spin the poor begin to understand my
hymn fat or slim weather you in spats or you like
to wear Tims make you swing like jungle gyms when
I drop these gems White Hens get broke in fuck I
broke my chin when I fell face first on my drunk-ass
pen taste thirst eat water waste worst meet slaughter
wouldn't like me when I'm angry just go and ask
your daughter bar 4 sold solomon injecting collagen
in the face of those who ain't following what I
say now Batman punch like bip! pow! teaching darryl
to Darwin stranded in Algonquin waiting for my penis
to soften jet black Caligula political prisoner
incisioner you can call me Dirk Diggler hurting
urchins and senators and chasing orphans like W.C.
Fields eye spy yes of course in to top it off toss
Molotov's at open mic jerk offs should be waiting
tables at the Berghoff dumb schmucks even my half
rate yiddish is more ridiculous then you ludicrous
idiots on the stage trying to kick shit but keep
it up I need some ammo for my babble I ramble while
I crush your cd with my sandal
used technology for social identity
remedy a century of errors who cares entities descend
the trees count the rings rifle report count on
war enemies will count on morgue then settle the
score 20/20 or more eye sight insight incite the
core afterwards other words come to mind in time
reminded the others who find the kind inside smother
brothers who find their right in pride take it upon
themselves to make themselves the guide
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This track marks the first track
we did with Jo Fixxx. Eye spy was over to record
some songs for his album "symantix" with st pete and invited
his guy Fixx over. We all did a track and the rest
is E! true Hollywood story history.
The title derives
from a story in J.D. Salinger's "9 stories", but
it doesnít go much further then that.
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