(Video by Zeke and 11OI)
Oh shit
Now I gotta sing ahaha
Put the mattress on fire in your head
Where's your moral mirror mission when your king is dead?
Always bad. The weather ahead. Singer of the black cats.
Porn underground crusades me when I'm singing so sad
Holler like Lenin singin Mexican jazz
Always so negative when it comes to you
You like, Jesus, you wanna say you little bastard you
I wanna make it easy but I guess you had your fun now
Listen to the Shaman as he summons you to jungle
Drawing paper on spiral is fun y'all
When I dig I dig real deep
I dig through the tunnel of your beauty sleep
Swim in your slumber I'm Mr. Platypus.
Nice to kill you Mr. Octopus
With the machine they cut the planet now they think they can do it to the sun. yeah
With the ghost that I'm married to I'm gonna choose to settle down no more
Happy weather is gonna kill me
While the whale is chewing fat with me
Now the sailor is talking to me
How you gonna make your money man?
Don't know the spirit goes. I asked the ghost. I checked the coast.
The queen of the ice machine try to put the nature on the brink of elimination
Fantasies aren't fulfilling a bus of feeling
An education of electric birdcage
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