Posted by KinetiC on January 29, 2006, 8:09 pm
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Kicking cans, to kicking cans of draft/
In paper bags, and strangle you wit plastic wrap/
Molecules change in flames of wrath/
Atomically speaking, I can rearrange you cats/
Anatomically speaking I invert ya back/
So you can find ya face where was first ya ass/
Sick lyrical verses, I thirst for that/
Almost like a craving for a purple snack/
Smoking purple sacks, while i work the back-/
Door of the liquor store that you score ya crack/
Bring you what you need dog I’m born for that/
So to serve my ####ing function, aint no chore in that/
Bore you cats, that would mean im purposeless/
And worthless, like another screw that burst its threads/
Holding down a structure that is worse than dead/
With burning stomach blowing smoke from a furnace head/
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