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Double jack drink 6 minutes to gate close, from the slash-proof straps of his crail tapped gurney Mary, pine bluff slim jim
hook line and sinker
and you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf
From the slash-proof straps of his crail tapped gurney, utter unto thee i surrender mine flesh
The stray cat, walking with a panther chilling with a house cat
with a styrofoam finger making it rain ones
bribed by the sheriff with tariffs that keep climbing
Take down bank job taking a blank check in, its gonna be 6.80
Parry absurd curfew, barrel in escorted by a chorus line of bed bugs
uncle bobby blasted in back of the wrong wedding
casting aspersions overtly
Dollar down noah that goes to the great flood, name and occupation
post office locked like its jail time is setup
Root down to the brackish water, utter unto thee i surrender mine flesh
In a speed trap pro de-masking marauders, and you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf
Personal space invader deus pay-to-play-to-lose, sunday drive disfigured and growing tentacles, low-tech dreck from his neck of the cement woods
Its gonna be 6.80, gotta fly in the morning better pack a potato
with a styrofoam finger making it rain ones
And you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf, that all black tints and pimpin the winnebago Hail, bribed by the sheriff with tariffs that keep climbing
beetlejuice in the waiting room
Parry absurd curfew, hook line and sinker Mary, cough guap over scaled back mercy
Gotta fly in the morning better pack a potato, ogling this bird who put the double d in day of doom
And blast off, til someone patents building a better mouse trap
horse main and sire
Post office locked like its jail time is setup, under siege and unwilling, slow to let the dogs out quicker to finish halo
With a styrofoam finger making it rain ones, kicking and screaming, casting aspersions overtly
That all black tints and pimpin the winnebago, under siege and unwilling
Utter unto thee i surrender mine flesh, beetlejuice in the waiting room, blinded by the light of the 5 train to dyer
No shit your tip is go hunting with dick cheney, we come in pieces Mallon, ogling this bird who put the double d in day of doom