Not unlike - lady Bloom - I'll conclude - with a yes,
fire up the speakers 'cause I've yet to express,
my love, my fear, my sole suggestion
is to lie right back, feel deepest impressions
that never before have you been so impressed,
any old questions can wait 'til the end
when I, with a lady named Grace, descend
back to the Earth from Heaven whose integrity depends
'pon me to mightily fortify battle-forged divinity,
bested by me is to get yourself served
a Godly rebuke with all of the verve
I can muster. G'damn but you know I like mustard
on my sandwich, sandwich, sandwich....(echo echo echo)
but don't you gimme no mayo 'cuz you know I'll say Hey Yo,
foot put down all like Hell No, you better drop roll and stay below
'cause I've got the fires burning like my searing halo,
pow pow pow on your sandwich shop
'til the ceiling bucks and crumbles, goes plop.
Like a telegram, STOP.
Not unlike the Mayans I don't intend to live forever,
to fuck with me is just you forcing me to sever
your life from your force, your cart from your horse,
a mortal immortal divorce.
No - Re - morse
is how I live.
Only - my - best - is - what I give.
Call me - out - if you think that I - fib.
Just remember. To bring a bib
because I bring it like a sandwich, lean and mean.
My bread, it be toasty. My meat is obscene.
Know what I mean?
Not unlike John Proctor, I too must confess,
I have sinned fictitious but all for the best.
Fire up your speakers 'cause I've yet to impress
'pon these townsfolk how thorough, how much of a mess
they've made of the scene with their wack-ass weakness,
princess
is at another castle,
Mario
getting tired of this hassle
but yo, ain't a warrior doomed to fight the battle
of Ragnarok for all eternity
like he was spinning on a seam
in time saves a snitch something
nine and now is the time
for me to drop the mic and cross my arms
and hope to die because I'll be reborn in no more than
3 morns
and don't you know I'll be throwing devil horns. I'm out. Peace!
[Set to a sample of the riff from Bela Legosi's Dead]
fire up the speakers 'cause I've yet to express,
my love, my fear, my sole suggestion
is to lie right back, feel deepest impressions
that never before have you been so impressed,
any old questions can wait 'til the end
when I, with a lady named Grace, descend
back to the Earth from Heaven whose integrity depends
'pon me to mightily fortify battle-forged divinity,
bested by me is to get yourself served
a Godly rebuke with all of the verve
I can muster. G'damn but you know I like mustard
on my sandwich, sandwich, sandwich....(echo echo echo)
but don't you gimme no mayo 'cuz you know I'll say Hey Yo,
foot put down all like Hell No, you better drop roll and stay below
'cause I've got the fires burning like my searing halo,
pow pow pow on your sandwich shop
'til the ceiling bucks and crumbles, goes plop.
Like a telegram, STOP.
Not unlike the Mayans I don't intend to live forever,
to fuck with me is just you forcing me to sever
your life from your force, your cart from your horse,
a mortal immortal divorce.
No - Re - morse
is how I live.
Only - my - best - is - what I give.
Call me - out - if you think that I - fib.
Just remember. To bring a bib
because I bring it like a sandwich, lean and mean.
My bread, it be toasty. My meat is obscene.
Know what I mean?
Not unlike John Proctor, I too must confess,
I have sinned fictitious but all for the best.
Fire up your speakers 'cause I've yet to impress
'pon these townsfolk how thorough, how much of a mess
they've made of the scene with their wack-ass weakness,
princess
is at another castle,
Mario
getting tired of this hassle
but yo, ain't a warrior doomed to fight the battle
of Ragnarok for all eternity
like he was spinning on a seam
in time saves a snitch something
nine and now is the time
for me to drop the mic and cross my arms
and hope to die because I'll be reborn in no more than
3 morns
and don't you know I'll be throwing devil horns. I'm out. Peace!
[Set to a sample of the riff from Bela Legosi's Dead]
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