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When I was a boy, I collected old coinsI never knew which word to usePatina, or verdigrisWho wants to talk about copper carbonates?Did you happen to catch that new show on prison inmates?I had this really sophomoric idea that maybe it's a meta-commentary on the viewerAnd we, you know, you and I are actually the prisonersI didn't think that would impress youI can rebuild castle Grayskull from a pile of dirty laundryPretty sure that'll keep those pesky demons from haunting meI am the logical conclusion of the Reading Rainbow generationMaybe I'm LeVar BurtonHow can anyone be certain that they're not LeVar BurtonI rep those four eyes like Geordi La ForgeI swallowed a gorge of anguishThen I painted portraits which undersold on CraigslistI've never begged for my lifeI've never used my last wishI've never been an ass kissI've broken my fair share of mattressesBy jumping on them, doing back flips on themAnd pretending they were trampolinesI'm a nasty rapper, and I'll pop your spleenMake sure my casket's cleanThese bastards rocking leanLetras de cancionesAnd their pockets are stained with AspercremeWhile I'm in the back learning basket weaveWith AquamanThey sent postdated facsimiles of their hot demandsI am the type of nigga to blind you with pocket sandThe papyrus scroll will rot on my refrigerator doorThey say I snore but I am dreaming of nice thingsLike a black Pegasus with lightning wingsThey say I snore but I am dreaming of nice thingsLike a black Pegasus with lightning wingsThis is the almond milk paradiseThis is the almond milk paradiseThis is the almond milk paradiseNo wayBlast it allIf I die, who will collect all of the remaining dragon ballsYou're a bad dude with those rad tattoosI remember your bible camp snafuI'm an infinitely more handsome DhalsimYou should sniff my ball skinSome days I rap like LatyrxSome days I rap like Rick Ross and themUsed to carry a moleskin with no sketchesWhen the pigs bolted in I was playing TetrisMy whole tribe feasts on rice and beansI'll be in the library with the bummy jeansBummy face, bummy watchBummy rap style that you found on blogspotScribbling hegemonic ruminationsI need to eat more veggie baconThis is not a country for old headsMy pants are weaved of gold threadAnd my pockets are silkFind a kid getting sloppy drinking chocolate almond milkDon't listen to music that's hard copyI'm scrubbing my palms of guiltPraying your fauna wiltAnd your mom will memorialize your pet dog with a quiltMaybe if I learned to sing raspy like GonjasufiI wouldn't always feel so fucking poopy From Letras Mania