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handycap - anthropologist lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m hidden within my hood, music reflects my mood
when i’m hounding through dirt, mud and snow in my neighborhood
i feel insane under the rain on railways near+missing trains
my fear’s going away, subbed by adrenaline in my veins
when i see those i hate my middle finger’s a magic wand
that’s how i twist my fate, recommend it a tout le monde
throw ’em in a lake or push ’em in a pond
those’re just my character traits that’s why i put them in my song
i love it when i look at a stranger dead in his eye
he looks away as if he’s a disappointed child
or else as if he’s saying that i’m so scared of my
well+being, but i’m not a criminal
i didn’t even think of a try

[chorus]
’cause i’m an anthropologist
when i’m on the streets
glaring golden beats
’cause i’m an anthropologist
livin life just
spying on some kids
’cause i’m an anthropologist
when i’m on the streets
glaring golden beats
’cause i’m an anthropologist, anthropologist, anthropologist
[verse 2]
apologies to the lady that i might have offended
when i was looking at your left breast, your right breast and center
i remember when i first made eye contact all i saw is dumb
for me to not plummet to your level i had to look down
please don’t moan about it, you wore an evening gown
and allegedly, unintentionally, you forgot your bra at home
so what am i supposed to do when your nipple’s out
complement your shoes, be stunned by them, oh wow!
i saw an ugly lady on street with a c+cktail in hand
that is the only ‘c+ck’ and ‘s+x on the beach’ she will ever have
and did it make wanna cringe the first time she had opened her hatch
though it was cool, that drink’s color, and her t++th color matched
i’m a stalker, i talk to girls who are over 15 but under 18
to play poker, yeah, strip poker
but i’m only doing this for an anthropology work
i’m working on now
it’s a study about how young girls are awfully devoted to strip in front of h+rny boys
it’s nothing horrible, i promise you

[verse 3]
i remember my college days
there was a blonde girl with orange vest
i used to follow her around (i mean as an anthropologist)
i found out where she lives, found out how she sleeps
knew what time she woke up, knew for how long she pees
what p+rnsites she enjoys, how long it took her to cum
how many different toys she owned and put up her bum
record is nine inches long, she takes it entirely
i saw it pop in and pop out, i read her diary
she thought life was a fairytale, d+mn it nicole
if you was a fairy i’d rip your tail and screw that new hole
with some seeds planted in my d+ck so by the time you’re alone
a new tail would grow out and all is good in the world
i stood right by her window with my d+ck in my hand
when she was in her room in headphones
listening to her favorite band
how does the time of day affect the quickness of ej+cul+tion
that was my study, hey!
i might have discovered new ratio

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