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Soul-Junk - Hogging All the Islands lyrics
Slapping bondo up in my silver shadow I heart different parts and purple hearts who's a veteran of this sound clash game? Throwing darts at my silver shadow I heart different parts and purple hearts who's a veteran of this sound clash game? Lyrical wha juicy juice, C us Tropicana i'll even gossip call it oozing at the coco cobana slowpokes can't stand it, i'll do fandangles on your playlist ripe mangos on the planet of uranus when i slay this hessian track with slavick imagery, and a fatal case of acne called acme under warranty if your scanner can't track me i'm in the number two lane trying to merge with 39 inch tires my exhuast system louder, something something backfires I act tired but i'm really wide awake behind your jet-ski got a firehose full of nanaise, aimed at cop, so don't forget me lamborgini puts my face on all hassle when you see me you should button up your coco bun, and wear long sleeve bikinis eeny meeny, of the minee, i hid the track so shoot a hinee alleeusion execution says "i'll catch you all behind me," blindin' all as i know blizzard tide condenses when i'm fishin pickin' holes in polar icecaps, melt your math with intuition baited question, why'd you freeze up when my blowtorch hit the session something something they cops, and they sank to the suggestion now i'm messing with different hooks and ladders, lures and fly light blowfish found a collar in my tugboat trawler, read X slash ferocious, a prescription for three quarters of the human population you should know this watching nimrods posturing standing ovation but the cases of some wormy apples ocean's losing patience while tsunami's in the waiting room says i feel malaised when the tally man comes round in hiked up khakis go bananas every time that freedom rock peels outta mackey's tried to smack me with the new sounds that are always taking the back seat like santana claus and do right bandanas bandaged up and acting know what the facts we act all tacky cat school miles beyond clean plate smells with umbrella drapes time shares and ponder all these empty mind wanders back to fawn your heimlech tears and cough it up and squander slapping bondo up in my silver shadow i heart different parts and purple hearts who's a veteran at this sound clash game? Throwin darts naming names dusting off the blender bust if i must pop smoke signals off my go-cart (some are four foot) Jesus Jesus Jesus |
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