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<Sample: Every speaker has a few candy sticks, here's an idea about a future of where...>

I appeal to it
yeah
what's the deal here?
What does it really, really, really feel like?
I eat meat,
I smoke shells
I sniff sheets,
I hear bells
yeah ooo
you got shook up outta your crabtree
and you rolled down the hill after me

<S>cursed by the void

Move

(I love to...I love to create)

=FOG JUICE=

The emporors nude clone
Priceless in every way
Thankful for every day
You gonna keep us safe?
Are you gonna keep us safe?
You gonna keep us safe?

I haven't seen you in forever,
Let me chew your cud
Don't gimme that goodbye crud!

Yet,
It's a heart skip and a jump away!
I ain't in yer choir,
But you can bit my wire!
(Sample:you may want to pause for a moment and ponder your own life before it is revealed...You are the key!)

Reach out to that big moment...
And like so many things,
It just crumbles in your hand!
Ah-air, Ah-air, air
I'm ridin on a snowflake!
Way off bass
I am laced. (Air, Air!)
I am defeat,
But I'm not trippin'
I'm kickin it!
Haha, go 'head
Criticise me now
(Cinnamon spices, that's the flavor)
Why yes it's true that-uh
I would go anywhere for that cut
But:
Every morning I wake up to an angel's breath
I'm 'bout to stick my nose in it...
Somehow.
It just crumbles in your hands.

-interlude-
How's that grab you, sucker? Punk?

+HALLIBURTON HUBBLE+

Kneel down &
b/preach the contra-h-h-uh act
I'm fad/ted and I'm alone in the world.
O-oo-oo-o, Yeah uh, Why?
I wish it wasn't over easy.
Yeah, the sun's comin up...easy
Marrday me.
(Lum-Dee-Dayyy)
It's True
I've a message for all the true believer
Rethink it, Rethink it.

Lum-Dee-Daisy, Lum-Dee-Daisy-Doo

Oh,
I can't help but feelin'
Just a little bit humble;
I could only buy the tiny size hovel,
up in that Halliburton Hubble.

You know, I hate to have to ask this, but
Did someone drop your name
on it's head when it was young?
A grin tried to slip you the tongue.
Now,
They are the room and WE
Wing Chun
Weighing none
I'm fa(t/d)ed and I'ma pervert the classics
Convert the masses (It was the room)
I could leave this passage unsung, I could leave
(*+*+*+*+)Constructed his whole palace out of monkey dung
And above a humongous pile of dub-loons he swung

Whole reason

+BACKFEED+

Don't need these people 'round me
D'you think I'm tryin to get my throat cut?
I got my own backfade.
Don't need these people round, ye think
I'm try'na get my thraot cut?
I got my own back fade
I got my own back feed
I got my own back fade
Chilly Willy Now

=BITSMASHER=
It's important and I feel like...

Grind up on it
Bitsmasher
We're doin the dance
I never want it to go
(Awful thing)
Get out of my way, you ruin my day.