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Yeah My dog has blue eyes, cat grew supersize Wig to my L2, it's somethin' in the food dye Human spit and vinegar funneled to the amygdala Miss him with all the funny stuff, mission control to viscera Come in viscera, guess I'm a little clocked out Shop-Vac always on, visitors have knocked for hours It's fingers in the ears and singing ABC for adults And look at that, I haven't seen y'all in months These are repeatable results, and a pulse in the dead meat sea I'm not dead yet, beep-beep beep-beep JK, if you celebrated we will check the tape, shame shame Famous paintings shoot from his fingers to wake and make a day Like Bargehaulers on the Volga drowning you in late Monet Or maybe Sysyphus from Titian with a save the date For twistin' you the Francis Bacon way My dog has blue eyes, cat down to 2 lives Other cat chose violence, good times Movie night, sound down, studio an urgent care Sample surgeon, working out the drums with an inverted chair Thwack! Serve 'em rare, and paired with a warm Brie Pears from the side yard, honey from el Coro's bees Uh, the one-man-forty thieves, leave the party wearing forty pair of Jordan 3s Lord, wait a week and send a bill for storage fees Letras de cancionesAnd some quarters, and a quarter mile of worry beads If it please the court, back on fat tires Headed for the red sun, charros in the cast Iron Ask, land pirates at 'em, flanked by Vampire Bats with irregular flight patterns Night master, author of light scattered Maybe do try to move like it matters, the people say What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that? That's a mutt What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that? It's five dogs in one What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that? Mmm, that's a good boy My dog has blue eyes, cat less lupine Punks looking paper thin, I say the shit two times Punks looking paper thin, it isn't worth the blunt force Or even paperclip and real estate up in the junk drawer Running with scissors and the wisdom of the rivers From the wind that shiver timbers to whatever melt the swimmers Traffic and weather reported from child vandals We tell them to be careful, aware they are wild animals Who leap tall buildings and write the manuals Follow where the names drip, you can see the knowledge of the ancients Arms length from the lord of the car graveyard Who 'bout to charge the hill in a cart from H-Mart Saved, ain't that something Two board boxes in the trunk, it's like the Ark Of The Covenant Every cloud of smoke I blow come with a dove in it I hope you're ready for rumble strip, again What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that? That's a mutt What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that? It's five dogs in one What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that? Mmm, that's a good boy From Letras Mania