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the palmer squares – bimodal lyrics

[verse 1: term k]
yo
k!ll sh-t and i don’t try
could go blind, i’m still hittin’ the bullseye
no lie but a lot of exaggeration, uh
so high and i’m out of emphatic statements to make
hey
must’ve caught ’em taking a break
y’all just ain’t been awake for as long as they been awake
got a piece of the pie
we be taking the cake
i don’t know recently seen a lot of stank on they faces
i’m a stick in the mud
i’m addicted to drugs
not equipped for a blood
politicians is thugs
nippin’ the bud whenever you got a nip in the bud
all the women in love with and all the men wish they was
furthermore than bargained for
i belong in quarantine
i’mma start a war between the herbivores and carnivores
lurch upon the harpsichord uncle fester had slit
trump the president, anyone who thirsty gettin’ waterboarded

[verse 2: ac-mental]
it’s the ruler with an iron fist
youthful as a mayan prince
crucially reducing all disputants into tiny bits
maneuver smooth, i’m on the move to new environments
groupies feel inclined to slip roofies in our heinekens
the rude traducer introduce you to a nihilistic loser
who’s abusive with the dialect
goliath, got a giant head and two rubiconed irises
perusing hieroglyphs
heightened risk of violence when the mic is gripped
got microchips in my noodle alluding minor wits
get loose and grind sh-t hence the future is a wide abyss
these two pariahs h-t the booth and then the silence irrefutably denying any truth in what a liar says
mutual alliances
too young to retire
i got musical exuberance and mucous in my sinuses
the scientist
tireless
cruising to the island with a beautiful hawaiian b-tch
smooching her v-g-n- lips

[verse 3: term k]
hop in the bottom, drop from the top of the pops
drop like it’s hotter than hot
nah but it’s probably not
knocking ’em out of their socks
constantly dodging the cops
praying to god that it stop but god doesn’t want it to stop
must be because i’m an embarr-ssment
some people find it hilarious
some people try to disparage it
if you got time you should cherish it
whiny american b-tch
on my contrarian sh-t
what do you know, a b-mp in the road got me preparing to quit
i’m always very upset
i’m always buried in debt
love got you burying hatchets, packin’ and wearing a vest
i’m not a marionette, uh
i’m the one pullin’ the strings, uh
my heart and my soul are in sync, uh
(?) spare me the sweat, uh
life oughta scare me to death
but it doesn’t for some reason
won’t leave until done to completion
please don’t leave the son of a gun breathing
sun beating down on my neck
heart beating out of my chest
(?)
leaving all of my stress behind

[verse 4: ac-mental]
zip your trap and just listen
ac ’bout to kick a rap so don’t miss it
the aristocratic militia man
i won’t quit ’cause that’s the whole mission
both eyes open, no bifocals
so why focus on my vocals?
term and ac, chi locals
bimodal with the rhyme opus
if you can hang around us
you may wait to debate the prowess
paid allowance to play the loudest
the pagan louse out to make announcements
kickin’ -ss, takin’ names
lit matches and razor blades
yeah, an abrasive vagrant i may just break into vacant houses
i been running the show
so y’all better sprint to catch me
a vigilant vigilante, cutting your throat if you come for the throne
i’m the king of rock, prima nocta
singing tosca
seeing opera
(?) out of my drinking water
got a sick mind, better see a doctor
caught the bug
got a bad case and i can’t cure it
(?) van beuren
vagabond in a van touring
godd-mn
by the time i arrive, i bet i’ll already be late
man i’m tryna survive
remember the name ’cause i’ll die to prove i was alive

- the palmer squares lyrics

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