Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered You would cry, you would
Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it. Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered. You would cry, you would
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Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it. Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered. You would cry, you
I'm feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse [Verse 1] [Aesop Rock] I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies An animated glitch suspended
cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, no love lost baby the future is so bright... nothing says charm like an armored car taking the clone-farm
wanna buy the farm But the land's not yours to own? Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy beach? Blood beach Dance with a man he starts clutching
lost, baby, the future is so bright (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!) (Difficult... isn't it?) [Verse 2:] Nothing says "charm" like an armored car Taking the clone-farm
