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*"i'll eat your babies, bitch!" - Sweet Dee*

lyrics

you are now turned into your imminent doom/ screwed soon as you exited the womb/
rooms with scrooges burnt coffee and wilted tulips/ emitting their disapproval for music of this magnitude/
i'm ravaging these ravishing rick rudes/ staggering the masses, blastin cannons of fish food/
overwhelming your synapses, dub slappin and big booms/
party's crackin, don't be absent, revolution is in bloom/
the roof was never on fire, cause it never existed/
80's misfits found a wormhole to this bitch/
generation-y-not invent and fuck the world hard 'til it indents/
i've got a bent dick/ so i'm always fuckin somethin on the side/ you a frankenstein/ better watch your bride/
kamikaze rhymes, killin everything I find/ you're damn right, for the right price I'll televise my suicide/


it doesn't have to make sense/
it just has to sound cool/
you work so hard on your spit/
i wake up, piss, and then drool/
spit implies effort this is drool...


gimme gimme gimme gimmie gimmie that lighter/
eenie meenie miney bow and arrow shooting ligers/
petey petey pabolito propeller head poppin egos with properly sharpened ninja star shaped pringles/
illegal tacos and flocks of seagulls/ straight jacket for my libido/ finger over your peep hole/ surpriiiiise, how neato/
it's only me though, i'm so evil/
but you like my ooh la la/ shark bait ooh ha ha/ you are not a superstar/
art this, art that, art fag, art rap, art thou just a little label happy, fuck!?/
f and n bombs, the-the shit i get on/ got you throwin hands with the last son of krypton/
crush, build, destroy/ rest it's all noise/ bugs, motors, and sluts, boys will be boys/
threatened by the poise and purpose/ you're porpoise for purchase with poisonous burps your flows nervous, twirp/
wyatt earp wit mad purp/
i stopped pickin flowers for skirts cause thorns hurt/
i've devoured about dozen of em in my heyday/ mayday/
they turn turret and go crazy/
blastin star sperm from the sky it's no wonder why/ fastballs make doves cry/
swooped in on the sly/ and played the wall like hi/... the name's parasite/


it doesn't have to make sense/
it just has to sound cool/
you work so hard on your spit/
i wake up, piss, and then drool/
spit implies effort this is drool...

credits

from THAT RACKET, released February 3, 2012

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