1. |
Pizza Cop
03:02
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I cut them down
I stormed their base
I vanquished evil
But it saw my face
And survived
To hunt me down
Undying nemesis
My antithesis
A car explodes
Two shot dead on the street
A house is riddled full of bullets
While children sleep
Spin a globe
Move where your finger lands
And take solace in the shores
Of a foreign land
I don't speak a word
I work all day and night
But they won't pay me what I've earned
My spirit is pristine
I'll sex anything
I'm the American dream
I was the law
I am an exiled king
Reduced to delivery
I'll love your girl
If she don't love you back
My penis is a skeleton key
Go forth and conquer
Every feminine temple
I was the law
I am an exiled king
Reduced to delivery
Cairo authority
Seattle Minority
I am that huddled mass
Standing strong
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Booby Tassels
02:57
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Listen here
I'm no Young Money Millionaire
And I get winded walking up the stairs
I know you see a lot of men in here
But they don't love you like me
I'd pay your bills
If I could pay my own
I'd go half on a baby
Even if it wasn't my spawn
I know you've been with better
I know I've been with worse
I know you'll love me
For every dollar I'm worth
I will bring a summer flood
To wet your barren hills
I stake my claim
Until my money's gone
My word is bond:
I belong
And though I emit
A dull light
I will never
Say goodnight
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There is no love
Left in my heart for the world of men
So I depart
For the undying lands
There is no love
Left in my heart for a mortal woman
I am a shell, a trail of smoke
An evaporation
I live my life
In twilight
Just grasping
And groping at the dark
But there's nothing to grab on to
Or grabbing back
I am driving through the forest
With no headlights
I don't know why I haven't crashed into a tree
I never hit the brakes
The hills just aren't that steep
I'm never moving anywhere at a fatal speed
So I set my sails
And float to my end
"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear
I learn by going where I have to go"
I live in words that are not my own
It takes too long to finish
What needs to be done
I see my prize waiting for me
But I'm not sure I've won
I've wasted so much time
Defining what is mine
Nothing is Mine
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