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Drunken Meat Fist

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Two-eyed woman, don't you dance around with me
Tow-eyed woman what do you see
That dead-eyed **&*^!^, he ain't got the drop on me

Seven days on the notebook
Six notches from yesterday
Two horizons on the back brook
So much ocean on the sea
Plant weeds in the Bible In the swing by the tree

There ain't much on great brown grass
Gonna twist a ripe pickle outta me
You walk through the desert of the sea
20 dollar pants 2 dollar pleats
Ain't I complete,

Ridge on the old pipe lighthouse breeze
Over to the left of the simmon's tree
 
and it goes a little something like this... world wide!!!
 
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I'm standing above her
Didn't mean to shove her
She's running for cover from a midget
Peeing the wrong colorcolorcolorcolocolor
*guitar fill*
 
Lay off, :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:. He's drunk.

Wow you graduated to straight up :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:. No more ninja or *****. You da real MVP Digi.

"I close my eyes and sieze it
I clench my fist and beat it
I light my torch and burn it
I am the beast I worship"
 
I'm so Northern California, I call scratch "bammer"

Pure overhander

Live show on a banner

Axl Rose in a blender

Slash on Satan's fender

Rick James on the cover

Running through your lover

Like mean Mr. Mustard
 
Ken Flow looms, imo.
 
I torch the mic like a chopper bike
My steez is on point and hella tight
When I flash the nina shook ones dip in fright
and got more game then dolemite

Bring it!!

@HELMER gtfih
 
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