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barny fletcher - christ flow lyrics

[verse 1]
you suckers settle like sediment
sentimental to ketamine
rent a pedalo get em in
then i’ll let it go gentlemen
fletcher in the sketchers
etch a sketching chicks up on letterman
send a medal and cheque, it’s signed by an ellen with pen in hand
i’ll fashion a bow, fashion to go
flashing her globes at my show
my p-ssion is smashing, irrational, casual —
i pray my clay be smashing the moulds
you can’t see us, or be us
c-ssius p-ss us the dro, ok i
sit by the exit on my flight
i got two x’s on my eyes
sit by my exes on my flight, woah
that floral dress be looking nice
the chorus best be hooking right
i think i’m best at cooking rice
so bring the sides whoa

[chorus]
a f-cking christ flow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
like a cyclone
with a bright glow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though

[verse 2]
you better than this
no i ain’t
i’m a loser
wait
i’m a truther and the proof is
in the f-cking cake
crash into a beauty pageant
man i’ll win that sh-t
accolades and ladies
been there done that
bin that sh-t
never seen a movie
better than the iron giant
that sh-t had me crying
all night hiding under duvets sighing
man some times i feel like
i’m the iron giant flying
into nuclear warheads
my jaw clenched
alyx my belt, orion
gravity defying
monty python life of brian
1963 rendition of jason and the argonauts
p-ssing up on all support on tour
my daughter calls from baltimore
sh-t ain’t have a daughter
but i do have apple cores of course

[chorus]
a f-cking christ flow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
like a cyclone
with a bright glow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though

[verse 3]
so if to perch means to purchase
when i say i’m ‘perchin like a bird’
i don’t mean chirping, slurping worms
no i be murdering hermés
béarnaise on my steak
honey, can i stay?
‘get away you primate
i got a boyfriend, what, you a blind ape?’
i will, kick him down four flights
have him falling for a fortnight
take a tour guide to the morgue and the man say
‘d-mn this goblin’s corpsem light’
i sit back and crack attack a pack of snack a jacks and coors lite
she a maestro with the lights low
‘come on baby, where’d your tights go?’

[chorus]
a f-cking christ flow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though
like a cyclone
with a bright glow
it don’t mean much
but it’s sounding tight though

- barny fletcher lyrics

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