* (now the evening has come to a closeand I've had my last
dance with youso on to the empty streets with meand it might be
my last chance with youso I might as well get it over withthe
things I have to saywon't wait until another day)Shut
upWhooooooWhooooooWhooooooCheck this outThe Fabulous structure
that's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splashMechanisms burn
with beeping sounds that own their humans sold asruthless rounds
of radio dust, Cranial mush, men get flattened outradials spun on
dusted combatant joustafter house of the dead heads fled,
it's just the city moansMalignant kid in it with sentence
of sinister conferredMagna-funk asbestos, the best at
closed-quarters sh*tSome will gravitate to the falcon and burn
in wordlessnesshangin' with the herd is my joywe buoy
ordertake employWhen the farmers feed the murder rate ploywe
stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just followthe
citizens all love to be loved, we just followfigure they ate the
kids, homeyso f**k em save the adultsKids are patriotic, robotic,
operate catapultsAnd goose-step over innocenceVagrant of
Reaganomics phasingRead the books that will burn at the barn
raising(Independent like a f**k) (Oh, Jesus)You misinterpreted
that Funcrush sh*tSo man, funcrush thisspectacular dawning of
the heardthinner faction where distraction is blissTyrell took a
sabatical but back for the new semester (rockin that)class action
suit from the Laundromat of velour and pressed polyesterAmerican
history exo-bytes cypher with the tainted offspring, gimme nodos
quickyou need to haul that mega-dumb style to the antique
roadshow, b*tchthe system bleeds for the radio angry, rock that
wound aestheticthe name of this routine is live at man you just
don't get itplease try to compartmentalize my dickwith a
little bit a that b*tch hubriswhen the ritalin starts to fade I
might get lucidevery mindf**k i handout comes with a free month
of internet accessand an updated year 2003 version of the mega
clapper (you know the drill, clap off)this is the third
installment of a prequel that was never written rightfilmed with
that classic Brooklyn magic, without Lucasarts graphicsrendered
cuddly comic relief creatures or terrible child actorsget off
that jade elephant, you're stoned, and remember everything
backwards
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