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thought it on a Thursday, bottom of the night time
bottle after bottle of it got me in my right mind
all i need is holy water sprinkled on my head
because the devil's introduced himself and god (I think) has fled
I'm bout to thermal combust, hop out a worm hole like a warp zone
my warm soul's been warn cold, & the itch never got no cortizone
til the picture clears up, perk your ears up
beat the fear, duck & don't deplete the tear ducts
my stare is legendary, my manner is david banner
my grammar is danny tanner, my candor is wayne manor
see the butler in a tux, call him penguin
squinting through a monacle, accent from england
fact check the internet, slacks got a skinny leg
crackin' a cigarillo, tappin' a mini-keg
advanced age, back page, no fuss
but I bet you all your dough I ain't regretted it once

I'm on my Castlevania, lasso-ing the undead
snatching up a few hearts, and crashing in your girl's bed
trading in a few parts for a refurbished version
return the worthless and seek earnest courage (x2)

how you ever thought about me comin' less than fly?
always had a calling, but I just got up to testify
while you in the pew, wondering what to do
the thunder struck above and all the prophecies came true
the Wonderwall is solved, the Blunder Bus is on a roll
Detroit will never cease to rock, Jack's drummer got a lot of soul
- I spit a buncha verses with him in the 'burgh
homie had the illest crackle that a rapper ever heard
I walk the line between insanity and genius, hand on the penis
seeing from outside of Earth like standing on Venus
peeing against the wall and splattering my Nike dunks
the number one indication that I might be drunk
All These Fingers got the bucket-y beats
I mean, I ain't no singer but the melody's sweet
if you just took a stinger to the solar plexis
double-over, catch your breath, and control your breakfast

I'm on my Castlevania, lasso-ing the undead
snatching up a few hearts, and crashing in your girl's bed
trading in a few parts for a refurbished version
return the worthless and seek earnest courage (x2)

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from ALBEDO, released April 8, 2016
beat by All These Fingers
lyrics by Jack Wilson

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