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d.cure – d.choir lyrics

[verse 1]
here he goes with his weary flows comping on honey nut cheerios
it appears he knows with spectacles that are thick enough to peer into souls
from troopers imperial to something material
you ever run outta milk and pour oj over your cereal?
i don’t recommend it my bad call meter is clearly full
arching over backwards so i can be here in sole
‘nother one here we go until i feel ethereal
you should know that it’s light work
and i’m nowhere near a bulb

[chorus]
hey man my name isn’t d.core
‘scuse me my name isn’t d.choir
hey lady my name isn’t d.queer
then who have we here?
yeah i am d.cure the nerdy kid
with his hair dyed looking like i’m one of the muppets
i’m beaker when i get off school i’m walking back home and i’m playing my trumpet
to be sure i’m the kid with the big ears bag of the candy snacking on something
no class interruptions won’t dance at the function
[verse 2]
can’t smooth out these two cowl!cks who in town’s got worse hair
not too loud but i move valves now who’s child is first chair
i’m tuned out when i do doubt watch toons down in my nerd lair
like word where? the third heir of donald he gave me a stern stare
and mom back when she had permed hair
and back when i had bleached tips
when we used to watch heathcliff
and there was no one i had beef with
except some guy named stroganoff
i left noodles with a mean twist
and too many bars to hold em off
and more sauce than a deep dish

[bridge]
i used to go by snacktreats
as a kid thought “i’ll be an athlete!”
for a while there got a wild hair
and i thought here i’ll make rap beats
but the teacher read from that sheet
and she couldn’t get my name right
so d.choir sat in the last seat
although i hide in plain sight
[chorus]
hey man my name isn’t d.core
‘scuse me my name isn’t d.choir
hey lady my name isn’t d.queer
then who have we here?
yeah i am d.cure the nerdy kid
with his hair dyed looking like i’m one of the muppets
i’m beaker when i get off school i’m walking back home and i’m playing my trumpet
to be sure i’m the kid with the big ears bag of the candy snacking on something
no class interruptions won’t dance at the function

- d cure lyrics

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