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I never say never or die I say nevermind, cats, lets try Nickle and dime me, you and what army? Used the simple mind, got fed up with nickles in the nick of time That goes for Nickelbacks, that goes for nickle-nons To think of drinking up the pickle brawn and never gotten bit And listen what you watch, you cotton picking mind I come to poke you like a porcupine Face of poker, pop up like a Pokemon, c'mon Or Papa San, pockets of the [?] And frickin' rig the rule, I'm playing it cool like I'm the fucking Fonz Uzi weigh a couple tons, aimed at Uncle Toms So you can call me capitan more than a couple times Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Flying saucers, iron horses Lying reporters, falsifying sources Ignoring higher forces, life is all of this Simultaneous, they tryna play with us Just listen to your gut (gut, gut, gut) I hope they say thank you and please, I speak Japanese Letras de cancionesNews of evenings of eating on frank and beans that cripple my faculties And then when you factor in the fact that ration is worse than Franken by a factor and three My flap was flappin' in the breeze, nah, set ya free Ball of scratching fleas Either all in or you falling on your keis Whatcha ma call it, what you call it When you balling and you always getting teased Or when you balling but you always getting tased That's just like pulling teeth, when signs be out of sight and out of reach Yo, honestly, get out the seat, go on up out this safe Check on the guard that's either on the scene or getting sleep SIck as a dog pissing on a tree and getting treats Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Philosophy, theology, astronomy, astrology The individual filters the colony Society, conformity, reality is none of these and all of these Just listen to your gut (gut, gut, gut) For never and always, I'm spreading the Hollandaise Or living a modern day, hollow cave I'm swinging a ball and chain at people that say that we are all the same I'm shedding the harness, I'ma motherfuckin' artist, mane Accepting the carnage was the hardest thing God in my garden was the darndest thing My armor needed varnishing So now I'm straight into the heart of things My heart sing, a member of the starting string Who farts stink? My favorite attribute's a heart and strength My favorite art is woman, and my favorite part's pink Your fella sell a [?] with the feather and the ink No, it was overzealous, I'm selling umbrellas on the brink Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha say Your man is saying you got some grams on the way in Asking if you wish to participate in the mayhem Your bank statement is saying nay, for you contemplating Play it safe or chase papers in great denominations Initially, your shit's amazing Vast castle and cat flashes of vag in your face You facing incarceration You see your mothers pain at the [?] Like what the fuck, I should have listened to my gut From Letras Mania