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I put a quarter into a vending machine and this song popped out. Made in one sitting in the same vain as my other song, Infraggable Crunk; satirical intentions in the sound/format for the fun of it, but there's some seriousness there in those lyrics :&rt;
Thanks to Jorge Quintero for the awesome beat.
Unless you got something to say, you better play the truth...
If you're trying to tell the truth, maybe say it to my face
don't misplace the hate and get swept up in fate
and if you wanna go, baby let's just go
And if you wanna know, maybe just ask me.
Cause I could tie you up in a nasty sorta pickle
phickle not the sickle harvesting the trickle
some sort of sufferation and sickness come
when i fumble into another conundrum
somethins gotta come from the struggle
You don't wanna stumble into the rind that never ends
Trust me, I been there, and I don't wanna go again
I wouldn't send my very worst friend to the fate at the end
Call me by my name, Black plague, average appearance
something of a sever, a bother for the never
tethered to the wethered minstrel inside
holes in the canvas,
We're tossing all the bomb-bastards!