Grand Buffet - Pink Deadly | Текст песни

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Alright, what's up? This is Mr. Pennsylvania. Look, I-I'm real tired, I've been workin' on this book report all year. I just gotta ask you somethin', if I was babysitting you, would you bust my chops? (Would you bust my chops?)

Log Jam
Avalanche
Hurricane
Monsoon
Dog Bite
Did it bleed?
Heck yeah
Sand Dune
Car Crash
Snow Storm
Full Moon
Cold Drink?
What Kind?
Fruit Punch
Bright red?
Bright pink

I was thinkin' of a parable last night, the one with the wise crows, sitting by the absent light with my Exacto
Ear splitting, stereo heat wave emitting motivational to move the sharp blade
Down the construction paper page, rounding the edges out until the lion match was made
And when the downbeat played I would command every ground beefed head and briefcased buisiness man
Twilight comes like capslocks, flat over an old bedspread dream scapes with hot hats
Metropolis tin shack don't let it brand me, run along south eatin' medicated candy
Trogschool regrets bets that I places in locks, my right arm is regarded as the safety ring toss
Banding the globe on a tanning bed, wearing a helmet to insulate the bullshit in my head
Driving a Malibu tank through edited scenes, a steady diet of beans and franks and Marines
I'm happenin', I'm eating in a fashionable sense, but if your car breaks my flight path I'm making a dent
So riddle me this, why does a griddle cake stay so good after a night of capture the flag in the deep woods?
Jaminator flow, can't see your rap control, death by shark attack, that's my final goal

Log Jam
Avalanche
Hurricane
Monsoon
Dog Bite
Did it bleed?
Heck yeah
Sand Dune
Car Crash
Snow Storm
Full Moon
Cold Drink?
What Kind?
Fruit Punch
Bright red?
Bright pink

I seen a monster, in my backyard, on the swingset
He said 'Sir, I'm taking this with me'
I said 'That's some bullshit. I got the wear with all gut power in my veins, got rugged hands, that stuff belongs to my two kids, I wan't your ass up off my land' x2

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