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Beast of The Belly
04:53
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I feel the rumblin’
I hear the growl
I feel the rumblin’
I fear the growl
There’s a beast inside my belly
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Cardboard Sign
06:25
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Can you feed yourself with a clever line
The words you painted on your cardboard sign
Cracking a smile, pullin’ on those heartstrings
Can you earn the 25 cents that it brings
Whiskey and wine can swallow the time
The pain and loneliness so easy to find
The calories you burn, the money that you’ve earned
Will you eat or drink when your stomach starts to churn
And when your digging through the filth
and the trash, and the hidden broken glass
Just to find you last meal
And when your choking on the flies and the stench and you couldn’t speak a sentence
Could you look another man in the eye
Does your family know where you are
Did they lose hope when you wandered so far
Idleness makes the days run the same
Could you even tell me your name
What were your dreams when you were young
Before the cigarettes scorched your lungs
Before the drugs ate your mind
Were they to feed yourself with a cardboard sign
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Ghetto Chinese Grandma
06:03
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Ghetto Chinese Grandma Ghetto Chinese Grandma
Fù Chún Ēn, Nǐ shì wǒ hǎo sūnzi
Ghetto Chinese Grandma Ghetto Chinese Grandma
Ah pì ah, Nǐ hén tǎo yèn
She's got the brains, the brawns, the will
Challenge her and she'll show off her skills
Moksha needles puncture the skin
Tickle the nerves paralyze you and win
Weak men of the west
A notion some suggest
Well these poor white folk they don't know what hit'em
When she steps up and they're bested
At their game
And learn a little shame
Her cuisine is brought to fame
Although sometimes it tastes all the same
Ramen noodle flavor packets saved up in the drawer
Sunflower samurai, strikes swiftly, shells galore
Boiling pots and sizzlin scorpions
Dragonflies and frosty mountains
Douse with Vinegar and soy sauce
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A classic New York stand
And Mr. Manson from Manhattan
Can’t resist a dog
So he pays cash upfront in hand
‘Bout to demolish that shit like balrog
But Manson, can’t you see?
You need to look both ways ‘Fore you cross the street
I’m sure we all agree
Time square traffic ain’t a safe place to be
Two tons of metal and carbon
Hurling toward your face
But ya busy eating your hot dog
No preparation for embrace
The ketchup is just right
Mixes with the mustard oh so well
Sizzles as you take a bite
Aroma oily, superb smell
But Mr. Manson only sees
The beautiful hotdog in front of his nose
Sliding down the throat viciously
As the car tire squash your fingers and toes
You poor stupid man
What will the cops say when they arrive
You’re enabled banned
Yes, you’re paralyzed for life for a beautiful hotdog
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Pizzazz & Cream
08:25
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Lemme tell you somethin', lady
I wanna see your face with mine, with mine
Scarfin down that good ol' pizazz, baby
That groovy razzle dazzle just got to be a sign
I know that you must hungray
For some love, for some food, for the funky rhythm mood
You are takeout, I'll treat you fine, I say
How 'bout some cream while you look at me so lewd
Pizzeria, Gelateria
I'm not sure if that's how you say it, I saw a video on YouTube that said it's pronounced 'Gelateria’ but ima say
Pizzeria & Gelateria
That's where I take my ladies, that's where I take my gals
Baby, I promise, I swear it's true
I don't sing to anyone like I sing to you
But it's really hard to change my voice
So forgive me if I do, ‘Cause I literally don’t got a choice
I've never fell in love before but you make me feel like I have
But that could just be the gelato talking, my bad
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6. |
Whisky Sway
04:04
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A warm sting gets my lips
It burns slow as my memory slips
A boiling rage my fist hits wood
Never have I tasted anything so good
Blacked out wit emotions run wild
Hold me in your arms like a simpering child
A Irish brew, sour and pure
Puckers up my face, totally unsure
Followed up with some cheap beer
Drink it down slow to save yourself from tears
Broken ties and broken glass
This memory I hope will never pass
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7. |
Gusher Trip
10:58
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Hallow's Eve
Escape inside
Our minds aren't here
Up high, unclear
Gusher Trip
Take a sip
Acid Lip
Gnarly Whip
Mouth is numb
My time will come
Down slow my eyes
See glow breathes lives
Supernova skies
Drifting right into
Winds with sandy tides
Journey and enter
Mountains fall and die
Crying and fleeing
Dimensions fly by
Inside this gusher trip
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The Busty Brunettes Tulsa, Oklahoma
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