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I adamantly attack the alphabet With an anecdotal algorithm made of Adamantium I'm like an Adderrall-addicted anaconda or an alcoholic Or an asshole, like A-Rod, no anabolics But I, brutally and beautifully butcher the banging beat Brushin' bubbly all over your booby and booty beef 'Cause I'm a carpenter, I come carvin' your carcass Leaving all these carp fish crushed on the carpet Crumble and chron' in Colorado with my Cal cronies I'm crammin' it full of condiments like it's a calzone Delicious, I didn't drive and drink Whether diamonds or dimes, man, I'm diving deep like an Electric eel, I'm elegantly eloquent and every cent I've ever earned Just entered me in the election I got eleven brains like an enormously educated Einstein with Elephantitis Of the erection A freak! I'm fighting with a flatfooted felon Five falcons just flew to a fountain, and fell in Googling googly-eyed girls to get inside Golly gee from Glasgow to Guatemela, gentrified A hippopotamus is high on heroin, he heckles me And hires Haitian Hank to hand his hoe a hysterectomy In hateful hieroglyph I hurl-out hyperbolic hubris And hang with Hipster Helen, the hooker with huge hips I'm ill, I'm Icarus, I ignite idiots in idioms and issues Jumpy jargon, I joust like Jacare jivin Japanese Judo and Jiujitsu Killin em like a kid, got a Kilogram of Ketamine for Kwanza In a knitted Kimono made out of Komodo Dragon skin I'm rich like a Klingon that be kickin it at the Kremlin But I kicking through your door, call me Kramer Kardashian Lethal, literally litter a little limerick That be littler than a Leprechaun A menace that'll manifest the melancholy mayhem Makin a metamorphosis until mechanized like Megotron Nick Nolte, a nerdy native of Nebraska Needs a neon ninja and a nectarine from NASA Ominously, I mean it's obvious you see a Orthodontist oozing out oodles of onomatopoeia Oswalt: Patton Pickin a pocket pluckin a patent I pickle purple poop in Patron for pure passion I got a question, I gotta quiz ya Let's step on the gas and go quicker, uh Really getting ready for the revolution Reeled a rotten rhythm ring around a Russia Ronda Rousey resort Serve a simple sentiment a simile that's smokin Like a sheet of Sudafed, I'm swiftly swimming like a seahorse Titties on atilla tell a teller that'll toe tag Terminator gun inside a turtle tattered tote bag Thugs Are un-American, unattractive and unwanted as an ugly pair of Ugg's Vivid and vivaciously venomous With the wicked wombats only walking where women is Gettin xenophobic at the Xanadu XoXo Yippy-ki-yay! Yours' Truly Mac YES YO!!! Oh shit, I forgot Z... Zebra
Writer(s): David Sheldon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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