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nerfonator - that's all, folks! lyrics

[intro]
(wow, do i feel good today!)
i’d like to propose a toast
(marvellous, the smell of success is never too sweet)
(ha+ha+ha+ha+ha+ha!)
yeah, i said i propose a toast
to the latest and greatest showman
let’s run it back one time
standing tall with treefingers and a handful of power
the ratchet hatchet to axe your telephone towers
the funk lover, soul pumper, boxset fuzz crusher
argyle!

[verse 1]
yeah, so, i guess this is my psa
before this pilot’s heart failure and the plane meets terrain
my efforts show to be vain and play for hours on hours
and that’s the power of broadcast, flash bountiful acts
and make sure you never forget me if the towers collapse and the connection cuts out
left rummagin’ for wrenches to pummel and pound metal ‘til somethin’ comes out
back to the lost and found, the dawn of sound upon us
but you ‘oughta be shallow to think all of this come from luck like the lottery
‘cause to reach this stature of reapin’ statues
you ‘oughta heave up the knowledge of aristotle through marbled pottery
delicately craft a delicacy fathomed by audiences to see
and then you’re offered your piece
a stone of pie, two fingers, or a bird in return
i hope the wire get through to you and serve you a lesson learned
the message is as earned as ever, let the confetti burst (hey!)
plenty deserve to hear me bloom from the ashes, step on the dirt
speak my truth with passion through severed words
i rap my share with my chest as i cross the checkered turf
adversaries slash my arteries whatever the work
but my heart’s got one more beat to pump until it leak blood
so, get on your feet and thump to the beat of the drum
fill each and every seat with a rump
start from the ground on the count of three, two, one, it’s done
[chorus]
they say “this’ll leave people askin’ for more
but we can’t close the curtains now and say “that’s all, folks!”
it’ll be better if you come back on the show”
but (i don’t think i want to again)
i tell ‘em “it’s time to pack up and go home though
and the few highs ain’t make up for the lows
so, i’m sayin’ goodbye before i shut the door,”
cause (i don’t think i want to again)
(and i’ll make sure it don’t hit me on the way out, yeah, yeah)
i don’t think i want to again
(now, bring it one more time)
i don’t think i want to again

[verse 2: lanting]
i had to take a seat and welcome myself home first
it’s like the new me and the old me still on home turf
but i still do things with my homies
play some loosies, now we grown
and that sh+t bruise me to the bone ‘cause that’s all folks, ya heard?
i feel amazing as you pass me by
you calling shotgun with no passenger, your past has timed
and yet your pastor set you straight while you still pacify
proof is in the pudding, set you free to pasteurize
cheesin’ when they praise me but i know you won’t be after fine
you got everything you want so how the f+ck you have to rhyme
overcame my stage fright, show out in my actin’ prime
the only dots we spraying dipped, ya know we really had to climb
if you hurt my time, i pencil pink you out this pauperis
better hope i never catch you talkin’ all that proper pitch
you my good sir but i should serve that tea with a matcha fist
if all they wants a cracker, i could politic with polly b+tch, that’s all he gets
[chorus]
they say “this’ll leave people askin’ for more
but we can’t close the curtains now and say “that’s all, folks!”
it’ll be better if you come back on the show”
but (i don’t think i want to again)
i tell ‘em “it’s time to pack up and go home though
and the few highs ain’t make up for the lows
so, i’m sayin’ goodbye before i shut the door,”
cause (i don’t think i want to again)
(and i’ll make sure it don’t hit me on the way out, yeah, yeah)
i don’t think i want to again
(now, let me hear it one more time)
i don’t think i want to again

[interlude]
oh, and if you still don’t get it
let me put it in a language you can understand!

[verse 3: k.d the rapper]
i come from the ends where the wealth ain’t equally shared between the normal folks
essas gente não se importam
folks had to earn everything single penny to their dollar
9 to 5’s were more like 6 to 19+7+70’s congo
hard work, trabalho duro
one of them folks was my old man
my old man got that 70’s style
he got that swag with a little bit of 70’s hustle
i mean i learned from the best
now i’m out here writing poems in form of raps lines
folks underestimate my success
i was born to be king
this hustle was never meant to be temporary
i’m in this sh+t, i was always gon’ do it
them folks really don’t get it, my success is on lock
i praise the lord in advance for everything that he’s done
he’s always been by my side
now i’m celebrating with joy
hustling with my n+ggas
oh, victory, victory, victory
the hustle is all we got, aye
[bridge]
go, argyle!
go, argyle!
go, argyle!
go, argyle!

[verse 4]
yo, i’d never ask for the world to be given to me
but it was placed inside my palm
so, i’m claimin’ domination every time i write a song
the flavour combination of my lines and tyrant stomps
got these waves of hollow faces contemplatin’ rights and wrongs
mic drop, heavy metal, release the anvil
my speech so detrimental, it leak through your tv mantle
and heats your candles when you’re streamin’ this channel
others think they close to me but can’t reach what they can’t handle
and don’t get it twisted, nada’s taken for granted
‘cause the weight on my shoulders could probably drop and break the granite
shakin’ hands with the same ones who take paint to my canvas
but i just brush off the damage and turn a tragedy to masterpiece
and i stay treatin’ every verse like it’s my last statement
so, i’ma keep the act playin’ until the cash payment
from a cr+p bas+m+nt to packed stages
the laughs still tainted on my character
life’s never fair, it’s a twisted sitcom
and i’m gone, the end

[chorus 2]
they say “this’ll leave people askin’ for more
but we can’t close the curtains now and say “that’s all, folks!”
it’ll be better if you come back on the show”
but (i don’t think i want to again)
knock, knock (who’s there?)
i don’t think i want to again

[outro: peter s. atlas & argyle serwight]
woo! amazing work, everybody!
let’s try this again
okay, from the top!
what?

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