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Ultimate Rock Gaming - Death From Above 1979 Freeze Me Lyrics

It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft
We bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud
Ready on the left with a face full of death
We slanged out fang mouth bang out now
This is a never dug disco
Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl
Gorgeous how struggling gills wriggle out water, ain't it?
Same scape as the walls crawling with paranoia's plaintiffs
The robo-komodo promo Zen patience a-alike to this jittery drooling mess
Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus
Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers
(Is it raw?) Please... does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus the lap ride and tease?
Evolution is a leader depleter
Seeker needy sheep idol feeder beware, once complete you might not want to be there
Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber
Lost and found in a smitten kitten's incisors
They Aphrodite all over the burgle of a purple heart compartment
Marched a burgundy carpet alarmed and far to parched to bark it
Lil' Abner, a real firecracker
Grows to throw 'bows with vehicular hijackers
To eavesdrop plots cops hired a wire tapper
That's a whipper snapper trapped beneath my grip on the fire ladder
Took drums over to deril' to once over the line tones punch toothy ticks
'til they find homes like three ruby clicks
The roof is on fire where snoopy sits right now
You should have shot yourself in the foot when it was in your mouth
Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose
For the disease that grows underneath your toes
Holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow
Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed
It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame but you never put the grit down
Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Put the grit down. Grit right. Get down
This is a never dug disco defamation of dog and pony grappled out chincey
Chipping Leo Da Vinci
Phonies pushing kill of hill bloated. Nobody got you
While biggest brother's watching bigger brother watching big brother watch you
Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril
Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper
Davy Jones still got a locker, ak
The opera's more than docs and soccer moms
Now before you kick your feet up
I married and divorced mother nature after sweet-talking that old hag out of a pre-nup
This information's neither braggadocio nor secret
Just know as of now the world is technically not yours, peanut
It's a day in the life of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist
Living large, watching Springer, smoking beedies wrapped in bacon
At night his get busy disease leakage peaketh
Merk the he say/she say, BK Jesus turn peg legs to Adidas on the down stroke
And they like 'what's up with the name?'
I tell'em y'all made Bazooka Tooth I's about to ask the same
But before you curfew the city and shut down every block, I'd like to say I still Aesop the fuck out of the Rock
Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose
For the disease that grows underneath your toes
Holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow
Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed
It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame but you never put the grit down
Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Put the grit down. Grit right. Get down
This is a never dug disco. Spread feelers. Tonka zonk Gepetto bred beezers
Jeepers, gee wilikers, goshes galoshes, Christ, god almighty
They tore his limbs off kilter, still the hostage moshes slightly
Hung off the balcony by the skin off his doctor's psyche
He hopes it holds but knows the locusts kamikaze nightly
He woke, promoted bug-eat-face, insect chopper's biting
He's only bones by the time the ungodly body's sighted
He saw the puddle, full color hideous monster Viking
He used to survey if the vermin dined on others like him
He found the fucks indigenous to him and awfully feisty
He grew old awkward grinch and settled into bonkers nicely
I alert vital spider works to cultivate grit, ship the bulk grade shit
Herbie the love bug drugs pulsate whips
Tie in spite for commoner idiocy and good old-fashioned biblical plague
We move units off your pagan escapade
And it's pits to the peg legged
Make us eclipse cripple, so that pimp's limp, wheel chair basket bow when 15 minutes fizzles
Your flimsy frame marks hip-hop's second most tragic event
And will 'til Jam Master Jay's resurrection and second death
Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose
For the disease that grows underneath your toes
Holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow
Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed
It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame but you never put the grit down
Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Put the grit down. Grit right. Get down