I keep an ax rack stacked in the back of my attic
When I'm so mad I'm somatic toe tag some active combatants
Come back like Bojack no acting I'm actively like a stallion
Balance talent dalliance ambrosia low-jack so valiant
In Calvin's bold as Italian like I've been zesty addressing
Amalfi shore Napa valley, I'm just kept next to dressings
Fed up with Rome when they lettuce and mainly seizure as Caesar
Seize your home when you bet us, I loosely leaf through the leisure
A salad palace in pallet, callous malice like Nero
Stabbing asses and hero's I sit in class as a zero
Pirouette to De Niro, dinero eros to arrows
Pero my head opened hell, a Delos bellow to fellows
In yellow jello who yell over mellow quelling your cobra
Cielos, bells and Modelo for velcro cells in Europa
I felt a kilt in my belly, a Celtic kick into jetties
Filtered kelvins and built me a swilling swelter machete
I got so much artillery
And I know y'all are feeling me
We 'bout to go nuts
Hocus pocus
'Til we throw up
Or 'til we blow up
Matter of fact I'm a pacifist pack a Pax with a catalyst
Ravish established practice of hackneyed acting a basilisk
Bask in habits of lactic I fatten asses like classics
The very berry strawberry and daiquiri making magic
Squarely pear shaped in tactic I'm barely tearing the fabric
As enigmatic magnetic aesthetic rare and erratic
Attracting Gattaca's Abernathy's and Atticus Finch's
Enact a switch in condition to fix my id on its hinges
Track it back to emphatic I'd wish for plastic convictions
To mask the half of me inching towards my happier instincts
I'd limply pass on a feeling to sit and laugh at the ceiling
No dimples simply indifferent, lacking realness in interest
Completely beaten by reason that cheapened drastic concealing
To leave me impish impinging and lacking aptitude in kindred
Indignant at significant enigmas in society
Infringing on sobriety as figments of a higher me
I got so much artillery
And I know y'all are feeling me
We 'bout to go nuts
Hocus pocus
'Til we throw up
Or 'til we blow up
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I keep an ax rack stacked in the back of my attic
When I'm so mad I'm somatic toe tag some active combatants
Come back like Bojack no acting I'm actively like a stallion
Balance talent dalliance ambrosia low-jack so valiant
In Calvin's bold as Italian like I've been zesty addressing
Amalfi shore Napa valley, I'm just kept next to dressings
Fed up with Rome when they lettuce and mainly seizure as Caesar
Seize your home when you bet us, I loosely leaf through the leisure
A salad palace in pallet, callous malice like Nero
Stabbing asses and hero's I sit in class as a zero
Pirouette to De Niro, dinero eros to arrows
Pero my head opened hell, a Delos bellow to fellows
In yellow jello who yell over mellow quelling your cobra
Cielos, bells and Modelo for velcro cells in Europa
I felt a kilt in my belly, a Celtic kick into jetties
Filtered kelvins and built me a swilling swelter machete
I got so much artillery
And I know y'all are feeling me
We 'bout to go nuts
Hocus pocus
'Til we throw up
Or 'til we blow up
Matter of fact I'm a pacifist pack a Pax with a catalyst
Ravish established practice of hackneyed acting a basilisk
Bask in habits of lactic I fatten asses like classics
The very berry strawberry and daiquiri making magic
Squarely pear shaped in tactic I'm barely tearing the fabric
As enigmatic magnetic aesthetic rare and erratic
Attracting Gattaca's Abernathy's and Atticus Finch's
Enact a switch in condition to fix my id on its hinges
Track it back to emphatic I'd wish for plastic convictions
To mask the half of me inching towards my happier instincts
I'd limply pass on a feeling to sit and laugh at the ceiling
No dimples simply indifferent, lacking realness in interest
Completely beaten by reason that cheapened drastic concealing
To leave me impish impinging and lacking aptitude in kindred
Indignant at significant enigmas in society
Infringing on sobriety as figments of a higher me
I got so much artillery
And I know y'all are feeling me
We 'bout to go nuts
Hocus pocus
'Til we throw up
Or 'til we blow up
When I'm so mad I'm somatic toe tag some active combatants
Come back like Bojack no acting I'm actively like a stallion
Balance talent dalliance ambrosia low-jack so valiant
In Calvin's bold as Italian like I've been zesty addressing
Amalfi shore Napa valley, I'm just kept next to dressings
Fed up with Rome when they lettuce and mainly seizure as Caesar
Seize your home when you bet us, I loosely leaf through the leisure
A salad palace in pallet, callous malice like Nero
Stabbing asses and hero's I sit in class as a zero
Pirouette to De Niro, dinero eros to arrows
Pero my head opened hell, a Delos bellow to fellows
In yellow jello who yell over mellow quelling your cobra
Cielos, bells and Modelo for velcro cells in Europa
I felt a kilt in my belly, a Celtic kick into jetties
Filtered kelvins and built me a swilling swelter machete
I got so much artillery
And I know y'all are feeling me
We 'bout to go nuts
Hocus pocus
'Til we throw up
Or 'til we blow up
Matter of fact I'm a pacifist pack a Pax with a catalyst
Ravish established practice of hackneyed acting a basilisk
Bask in habits of lactic I fatten asses like classics
The very berry strawberry and daiquiri making magic
Squarely pear shaped in tactic I'm barely tearing the fabric
As enigmatic magnetic aesthetic rare and erratic
Attracting Gattaca's Abernathy's and Atticus Finch's
Enact a switch in condition to fix my id on its hinges
Track it back to emphatic I'd wish for plastic convictions
To mask the half of me inching towards my happier instincts
I'd limply pass on a feeling to sit and laugh at the ceiling
No dimples simply indifferent, lacking realness in interest
Completely beaten by reason that cheapened drastic concealing
To leave me impish impinging and lacking aptitude in kindred
Indignant at significant enigmas in society
Infringing on sobriety as figments of a higher me
I got so much artillery
And I know y'all are feeling me
We 'bout to go nuts
Hocus pocus
'Til we throw up
Or 'til we blow up
Writer: Philip MacKenzie
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