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Super Fluke

Artist:Aesop Rock  Album:Bazooka Tooth 

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I skunk the blood up as to numb the public interface Before the anime corrodes I'm trying to fork the figure eights. Hogwash etiquette, truncate long haul leverage picket. Out built auto-bricklayers with 10 guerrilla digits. A the Don Darko bark O beautiful pirhana gossip, cobwebs on the Kafka. Choke up on watcher logic with a left-center field indicator gestured gently. Smash when the 101-octane hemlock tea pumps chest to extremity. And phenom limp it to the wicked recon. Prowler fist up with a Bowser twist vs. America's kooky coward clips. Pump breaks, cupcake. I melt through the father formula. Goofus merked Gallant, the missing link was apparent. Drugstore cowboy, hold floors and grudges, fuck the Judy piece while Elroy burlge space cakes out the cupboard. I could kill a cockroach with only Wallabies and rug burn, pin 'em down and funnel up boric acid chuggers if stubborn. Mash jackals. Hacks flash Bedazzlers. Capture flags and crash test happy campers. For the typecast ponies grazing through the weekend ring alarms with bassy kicks that flip whips on the Major Deagon. Out of dodge nauseous.(I don't feel good) Yo El, leave the keys to the Delorian with Lauren at the office. I peak the 88 streak off with a fiery disposition and basic serotonin deficient symptoms. CHORUS Alpha uno compute. Motor mouth askew at the root. Brick house, huff, blew the roof. Please don't feed the bazooka tooth, evolution super fluke... With a kiddy pool full of warm milk, Nyquil and powdered Ammbiene they found him, trying to drown sheep and count 'em. The rowers keep rowing. Pachyderm tranq dart blowgun pressed to the nape of the neck only spent 12 seconds frozen. Marathon eye-opener most likely misinterpreted, 'cuz one bad night before the big briefing ain't breached the surface yet. Holler dirt merchant... echo out Brooklyn, where the women are beautiful and the vagrants piss crooked. This is the sound of one man getting high with one hand in a forest with a tree falling alone... ya heard? Cut rugs to it. Me and my leaky budget nickel-bribe the judges just as a beautiful goose egg motif's adorning the panel's judgment. (Overnight Biggies) Overnight


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