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poor bill – growing teeth lyrics

i’m on the prowl
gettin’ rowdy
spittin’ fowl

so vile i defile
with the bile in my vowels
hoot and holler when i howl
hypnotize ya
tie ya down
wipe the scowl from your face
or face a boot to the jowls

radiating through to you and me
from me to you
a slew aloof
up through the roof
to grow a tooth
or maybe two
sinister
figgitoogetta
when we get to spin words
we will have your outside
facing inwards
now check it out
the surgeon is just about to operate
incision excursion
concentration will oscillate
no purpose perversion
envision the passionate immersion
while inscriptions that we fashion
happen to tap into the current
i’m wicked
i’m picking the bigoted
rigging the catapult
arming the pivoted
harming the targeted
charmingly part of it
startle my enemies
if he started it
i set goals in a cold sweat
tones in atonement
i said i won’t
i bet i don’t
go home until the goal is met
a soul threat i am
to many man
or any man
who’s whole set is lackl+ster
while i’m cracking
these back busters
bringing them bars
so bold
so brilliant
resoundingly resilient
like blood of a reptilian
i’m too cold for you civilians

i’ll drive the snakes
out of ireland
as far west as you could take em
i can fire them
i’ll drive the snakes
out of ireland
yeah you’d be hard pressed
to find a plane
i ain’t higher than
highlander

(in a foreign land this ain’t my land this ain’t my land or my father’s)

i’m on the prowl
gettin’ rowdy
spittin’ fowl
so vile i defile
with the bile in my vowels
hoot and holler when i howl
hypnotize ya
tie ya down
wipe the scowl from your face
or face a boot to the jowls

kickin’ it wide open
takin’ a ride up in the sky
hopin’ that the skies open
still alive with eyes open
the will to thrive is tightly woven
into the fabric that i’ve chosen
to be cloaked in
wrapped and robed in
an ocean of sound
all around me
so then we dove in
and so profoundly
we wound up drowning
psychedelically spinning that
high fidelity melody
i could tell they’d be grinning
no one is excelling
as well as me
every cell in me swelling
telling me that i am ready
steady sharpening my wit
like a pencil
mental machete
look i’m on the prowl
gettin’ rowdy
spittin’ fowl
so vile i defile
with the bile in my vowels
hoot and holler when i howl
hypnotize ya
tie ya down
wipe the scowl from your face
or face a boot to the jowls

- poor bill lyrics

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