Lice - Oatmeal Cookies lyrics

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Hated myself since before it was cool
Faced death like an orphan of gruel
Pardon the drool
Four eyes, palm croakies, ominous blueprints
And a peace sign middle
Going "I'm With Stupid"
Top stool, drop the pontoon la Schmoove
Don clobber the chronically obtuse
Put down the telephone around a
Crew and double back
Summoning a storm from the
Pulpit of Farmer's Almanac
Cleanly separate the chukkas from
The bucket hat hold still
Gold fillings jump into his duffel bag
Shift, gotta shave for the minions
Started out simian, graduated ophidian
Fitting in as a fool's heir
And unworthy to emulate
I don't care, I never really felt cool anyway
Back in the cave for safekeeping
In the company of Lorna
Doone and polyphasic sleeping

Ten years since I stood still
Started on my good foot but
Running out of good will
Still got a sneaker full of pebbles
And a Janny full of demos and
A pocket full of anvils
My dogs are riddled with
Self inflicted bullet wounds
I mixed the bee pollen with the free balling
Cat's already fed up with
My lifestyle choices
I ain't even stop pretending that
I don't hear voicesyet
I'm stranded on the internet
Spilling all my innards in the interviews
Turning to a silhouette running
Out of substance
At least authorities running low
On my thumbprints
I had to break out from the function
'fore my unlimited metro card
Turn to a pumpkin
Beware when messin' with the G-O-D
Triple OG triple G, gennady Golovkin

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I anchor in the bottleneck
Double-knotted lobster bib
Satan spawn, game on, flings to the aqua-net
Prickly disposition from the mission
Statement riddled with the
Crippling misdirection of a
Million jaded middles
Pretending to be different than the
Businesses they meddle in
Until the whistleblowers separate the
Skin and skeleton
Underneath the hood is all pedestrian
Essentially
Thespianisms threaded into the documentary
I mean what a ruse, ever-winning etiquette
Allegiances have come unglued
Tender feet are cherrypicked
Little lambs sure to go like
Everywhere that Mary went
Lions get therapy and branded as heretics
Single tear, Aes play Taps on the theremin
Terribly serenade the death of transparency
Now we'll ride out out
Cloaked with no cronies
Watching alphas grow up into bronies
Oh geeze

I want a dimepiece that smells
As good as McDonald's
Fry grease that isn't always
Criticizing my beats
I want a single to blow like
Souls of Mischief in nine three
So I can get Bobby Sonic a diet cola IV
I only want to be a billionare
For 48 hours like Nick Nolte, Eddie Murphy
Or Billy Bear
Longer than that and I'll get bored of it
I'll be like water with that sort of - shit
Yeah backstage is like a Batcave
I rush out of it and act strange
I healed from a broken back
Without a back brace
Went and met my fiancee on the Backpage
Thank you for the accolades
I'll trade them in, though, for a half a day
Everybody ditch the caravan of love
And join the cabaret and grab your mammaries
Hey

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