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Well, so we meet again
(He said he's grown spiritually since the last one)
Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects
Where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh
Poison functions accompanied by 6 armorclad black horse and buggy mechanism Tugged a portion of my severed vision
The gathering of loose ends in a bucket
With a shoestring budget
Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now)
But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen
Fee fie et cetera
I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin
I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone
I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home
I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences
Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore it's festering & when the groom presents the ring
The bride commence to blistering
This textbook magnificently crude prototype
king beserker module, inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal
Treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow of
The clippership dipped in truth famine pressure
Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous
Beautiful cartoon trooper
Swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar
I rock ready aim fire, while y'all rock ready fire aim
Then blame the stationary target when the prey escapes the frame
Merit badge marksman, a poacher, it's all the same
So I lay across the woods perpendicular to the grain
I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR!
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn
Big bang, Shovelin a big dig
Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams I think big things
I'mma burn with this little light of mine
And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'mma be a big bang
I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population
Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf
Alien of shallow alchemy
If you gon' metamorph the base metals to precious
Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants
I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window
Left an SOS invested bottle nestled in his grip so
With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow
I observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils
Fertile circle turn fertal crescent via bad investment
Despised every second, but I GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON!
If I made an angel in the snow for every rotted victim
There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system
Sticky panoramic contaminant planted
In conjunction with phantom assumption
Gutterbug alumnus candidates
Well, I promise you I man the lighthouse
Just to help guide in your ship
If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)
Godspeed, straitjacketed ragged approach
To circle suns via folklore pollutants to derived strictly
From a BC generation disgust Community movement
alluding to a "No blood given, no recognition"
Life manner, I was us up all night with a rusty hammer
Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered
But uh, that certain lack of avail
I sail a choppy lach with bouancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks)
I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR!
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers that was born forlorn
Big bang, Shovel and a big dig
Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams that think big things
I'mma burn with this little light of mind
And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'mma be a big bang
Big bang, bi-big bang It's gettin bigger by the second
Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the others farewell
I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similars repel
I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals
I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken poem)
I don't really believe in God
But God, I'm scared to death of God
I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans
Nor tear the pod
It's like I hike an acre unimpressed
And slept on the sabre's edge
Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge
I wanna know myself Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves
And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls
I push the ghouls to man overboard
Pull the bulls onto my sword
And buckle down in a corner chair of a round table floored
Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar
Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, slide over
The recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity
By stitching togetherness themed congruents (beautifully)
I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers
Cauterized the wound and heads like "Gimme gimme something major"
Road side prophetic, ascend well
Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system
Blistering in a wishing well
BIG BANG!
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