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complete - oblivion lyrics

[vers]
ford laser glistening from the green neon
swagged out, listening to celine dion
the same fain on, your mrs. is in my seat
i’m kissing her on the cheek, then jizzing her with my cd on
she said she loves jordan, i said i love porking
she said she loves roses and that i’m just awesome
she said she hates noodles, i said i’m done talking
she called her friends together, i said i love foursomes
foreskin’s bigger, an elephant p+n+s
i’m in this birds like a pelican’s fetus
sh+llers to jesus, a h+ll of a g+nius, telling me secrets
to his delicate cerebellum through skeleton telekinesis
but i didn’t tell ’em my weakness
that all of my friends left ’cause i was smelling their sneakers
lonely without a homie, so i fell into pieces
i get jealous when my mrs. gets to hang with the fellas she cheats with (argh)
i’m just a positive guy
i only sodomize bodies that have probably died
i’m just a gibbly gobbly wibbly wobbly
bobbly bibbly jibbly jobbly jutter of rhymes
i bet you wanna get a translation, just be d+mn patient
i’m hand painting in a man’s based
campaigning ’till i got my pants taken out by stan naked
at the tram station as a brand placement (psych ward)
mozart with the gross past
i just wanted to show ’em i got some dope bars
everytime that a cypher happened i’d go last
flow harsh, all of a sudden i’m in my on class
shoutouts to my bro drapht
i was label+less, no enablers, no chance
got the deal then start ’em, started to grow fast
wanna know how i got it? (slurp) don’t ask!
don’t laugh! i’m a sick and s+d+stic scandalist
liquor addicted vandalist
sticking my d+ck in candles
it tickles my shriveled pickle
i clip my nipple to angela’s nipples and giggle
now it’s a triple nipple conglomerate
and people say that i’m a worry ward
so i worry ’bout worrying then i worry more
i’m either worried or i’m sorry, sorry that i’m worried
worried i’m not that sore what i’m sorry for
i’m the motherf+cking man of the hour
hey sam, you wanna get rammed in the shower? (f+ck off, sheldon)
why you getting cranky and sour?
you know i’d hand you a towel, give you hand to get of there if you need it
complete is just a law abiding citizen
equivalent to giving a porcupine some ritalin
and i don’t know if i’m the sorta guy that mortifies
but every f+cking thought of mine is borderline oblivion
[outro]
every f+cking thought of mine is borderline oblivion
every f+cking thought of mine is borderline oblivion

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