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"A" is like a different type of animal No brick road, no zip code Xanadu Family, his and-what-army party in the panic room Before he meet the man he feed his hands into the scramble suit Glam channels wake up in a fantasy dismantled We're championing vandals over Andy with the Campbell's He the cold-hearted old guard, Holy Ghost crowbar The postcards only know Crayola, no Rose Art Ill communication aside I'll kick a train off a bridge, I'll smack a plane out the sky I'll throw a car into the ocean, no one waving goodbye Place bets, eight heads and the radio flyin' The kid Tobacco is a face in the fire on the fucking mountain The bass is like a struggle of defiance Love and power for Bettys and headhunters Techies and chess-clubbers All I do is eat bread and check suckers Nobody safe, chump, black plague, railguns Cache of your rat snakes coiled up in the bass drum Dug graves with over-the-hill skate punks Failures and flakes in the brain trust, pay up, ayy My Bugs Bunny tunnel-out is perfect Don't be there when we bubble to the surface, usurpers I pay the rent in pennies and ride off into the ether On a donkey painted like a zebra, take me to your leader Letras de cancionesDetox, re-tox, see how he seesaws Mistletoe a misanthrope, stick-and-poke sea dogs You can't imagine all the misery we leap frog I make rap, I ain't a motherfuckin' peacock Death raft floating out to sea Under a single flaming arrow down to overcook the meat And if a silhouetted man is seen emerging from the flames You should probably treat him different even if he look the same He isn't I make a mean Suicide Big Gulp, sick pup Google eyes splinter off the unified witch-hunt War and love, hailing from the home of the Anthora cup And 40 nights of failures out to plagiarize the formula Been seen petty spoils void steady acumen I'd rather be avoided, a voice of the Voynich Manuscript, boy-o Type to give a name to a sword The skulls of his landlords hang from his horse Medium kahuna, strange force around him Houndsmen scrounge for a sirloin to pound thin I play my chess with undomesticated groundlings We spend our afternoons forgetting how to downshift "Aes ain't here, man," "Aes, I can tell it's you" "Tell it's me from over there, this ain't a fuckin' petting zoo" Brain cells peacing out, dentures in a Dixie cup Devil trying to keep me down, somebody pick me up From Letras Mania