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soul khan - jon hamm lyrics

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[hook]:
god d-mn
y’all couldn’t do this
but khan can
try to ignore me
but that sh-t is corny
i’ll blow up at forty like jon hamm

[verse 1:]
now lift up your palm like you’re
picking a star from
a system that’s far far away
any position, division, or conference
i will still rip it like jesse katsopolis

this sh-t is bosch
no, not chris
it’s hieronymous
painter translation: this picture’s preposterous
you’d get an oscar to say this is progress
and last i checked, oscar still lives in the garbage

why can’t every day be christmas in hollis?
my spirit animal’s a miniature dachshund
that taught me to sniff through the business and politics
deep as a christopher wallace breath

they dig in your pockets
and leave you with nothing but lint and a promise
and pink slips are all you get
please get me a dogfish head
cool, now i’m super like nintendo chalmers

[hook]
god d-mn
y’all couldn’t do this
but khan can
try to ignore me
but that sh-t is corny
i’ll blow up at forty like jon hamm

[verse 2:]
lately, i’m haunted by terrible thoughts
that make me want to holler ‘til jericho drops
like how many days does young terrio got
if his parent don’t stop him from eating his way

to a burial plot with a cherry on top
oo k!llem, you will if you share it and watch
then cl1ck on a pic of an areola
and ask what that mouth do like a periodon
tist tsk
you bury your conscience
keep telling yourself that the babies don’t watch us
you stare at the box that created these monsters
these kids ain’t grown up right like haley joel osment

turn the monitors and radios off
if we’re going downhill, get your sleighs and toboggans
but back in the fourth grade, my pulse rate would pulsate
thinking what i would do to amy jo johnson

[hook]
god d-mn
y’all couldn’t do this
but khan can
try to ignore me
but that sh-t is corny
i’ll blow up at forty like jon hamm

[verse 3:]
give something, get something like justice
ride round town on a muddy white cutl-ss
the horse not the car
act funny like douglas
abortion your thoughts with the front of my musket

lo fi pacinos got no time to reload
we don’t like the g-code we go by bushido
got an ace up my sleeve like a low life casino
my crew is all moonwalkers, no time for t-tos

i remember one kid stole my dorritos
said one day he would make it snow by the kilo
now my taste’s developed, i’m so sausalito
so don’t crown my head, please just stovepipe my genome

the same mind that memorized that four score and seven
but still never jeopardized any scoreboard in tekken
before your inception, we listened to the griot
if you want the grigio, put a cork in your questions

[hook]
god d-mn
y’all couldn’t do this
but khan can
try to ignore me
but that sh-t is corny
i’ll blow up at forty like jon hamm

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