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(Hahahahahaha) Hey babe I wasn't born yesterday (oh word), I was born tomorrow (oh, I get it, I get it, I get it haha) Shimmy, shimmy sit me in cages, I'm so sophistimicated But LSD just sent me back into these intricate stages So I'm a get me some gages, a couple choppers, And go rob a fuckin' doctor for his pain pills (yeah) You grind a page but these emotional bitches Are findin' ways to pine away in songs, Like "oh my girlfriend left me. I don't like it" These girls ain't bitches, the world's just vicious And love's not pretty it's a sickness, bitches (Mac you said bitches twice!) Well great minds think alike like thoughts alike in pairs And if you don't get it you're, like, impaired I guess it's quite imperative for me to write my narrative to see And every word gotta be spelled out in fuckin' pretty water colors right? Well, I can hear my neighbors fuckin' And if the egg is fertilized the baby's gonna be born With it's heart pounding like the thumping pattern of the drum Letras de cancionesI scribble out a little psycho babble from the lungs. Where you from? (The mother fuckin' junkyard boy) Just have a meltdown Just have a meltdown Just have a meltdown Have another meltdown See, I don't really give a fuck about fame I gotta a couple screws loose and they're shakin' in my brain Hear the studs burbling, blood curdling, Lung murdering, drum hurdling visions (Minus all the cheap?) Fear the present type, the iridescent light, The piercing pressure bite that makes you Clear your crescent pipe of all the weed Just my irrelevant irreverence and every other measure's Been realigned inside a shiny metal splint The devil sin, another psycho somatic and flabby pachyderm, Crabby foamin' out the mouth from rabid germs She was a taciturn woman that had a trashy perm Pokin' at the holes in my brain, the lysergic acid burns Well burn mother fucker, burn that shit It helps me justify takin' all these risks, bitch From Letras Mania