Not Going Anywhere feat. Aesop Rock
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Hee hee hee!
Bah humbug
We control the grid
Because you haven't got a clue
And we do so we did so rid
You of your duties
Persist we will
Me and Ninjaface with this AR wardrobe
Dressed to kill
We best at skill
We ill
We say [?] rhymes
We thrill
We drop the jaw[?]
Like Kanye and Fitty
We off the wall
We fly
We cover the wild [?]
We calm [?]
We eat [?]
We walk [?]
We take no pity
No mercy plan makin' you say Uncle like Shadow
As we twist and turn our cursive
like a game of quidditch with an animal
We lost you but we got you back by gradually holding this fort down
Annual, continuous heads on the mantle
Perhaps you're a fan of trophies, turbo nerds, and pretty ladies
Perhaps you and your man will run the laps comparing babies
Perhaps either is what is needed to complete this anecdote
To fight that squeamish feeling most music be fuckin' leavin'
Not even would a burner to the face
Pose enough to scare a crow as Little Bobby
No matter how much the game might have changed
Show 'em pity, Little Billy
Give 'em Godly
What misfortune befalls
What crawls from the drain
Dissolves in his aim
Plus awkward spreaders out of spider silk crosshairs
Christ
Cross skip outmoded with the lost years
Far away from puking with facials and unicorn tears
All black storms over children of the cornfield
Marching
Mondays mostly morbid
Within the confines of a sloping forehead
I was into it all gussied up
Play to win and aimed his chins up and up
Belly over belt he put the 'must' in smut
Son of aceline is statistically impossible
Yet never misses holidays and visits in the hospitals
Meanwhile feverishly Windexing his monocle
To study all the missionaries picnicking in productville
Might just recommend a little shuteye
Before we bring the future to you motherfucking Luddites