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the myth of ken - information block lyrics

okay wait until the avenue
p-sses into afternoon
lavish with the grabbin’ you
p-ssin’ into the crashin’ mood
p-ssive in the part of me that p-rs-s text to palace few
you mighta missed it but i called a cab cathartic dude
wait until the oompa loompas grab me in their carrot crew
and dump me in the appalachian missin’ all of my sinew
particles of sweet’ems and parachutes litter lava lewds
circular snappers that scare a few into their larval crudes

whip a matter of minutes into an hour
make a mountain out of molehills and burn it to a tower
hide a princess in the window and pray that she got vaccines
transmitting tracking devices inside the black screens
hiding people in mints — whatever that means

can you insinuate harder than i’m implyin’ to be
are you high or is me? i’m breakin’ elephants free
we got a backwoods background brawler
leavin’ trails of sludge combinin’ black-brown water
with a back-road barter for some deers and a hubcap
three rusty nails and a plank for the bud-rack

combine the articles to seven federations
we’ll wash your car for less than those cheerleaders are raisin’
we’ll continue to slaughter the infidels in the stop-n-go
til they surrender all of their slim jims and chocolate c0ke

raise your eyebrows high into the sky
sing the song of the people that never ever wanna die
make ’em go back to a time where they never really realized
that death is just a crack inside the screen – its the average

i think these beats without hooks are makin’ me go insane
i’m gettin’ lost in every kick and spun around at refrains
i try to mimic to the a- and marketeers
but all i end up with is djikstras and a shipping sphere

time is not quite a linear motion its got many aspects to it that
go around and around and never really stop anywhere until we stop and think
“hmm maybe time isnt quite the linear motion with many aspects that go around and around and
never really stop anywhere until we stop and think–” wait where was time again?

hidden p-ssage for the underground steamboat
flank you to columbia and cover you in green-throats
we made a deal she underwater she can deep throat
swimmin’ is too much for a deceased piece of scream hoax
i think the linear p-ssage of time is wasted
on a man of my condition where i’m easily complacent
playin’ warcraft 3 for an hour every mornin’
ending every single day with jojo and some fornicatin’

the implication is that every mornin’ brings a new goal
so today is fighting yesterday to ring into the fold
but i wake up every evenin’ wishin’ mornin’ was the best
and i go sleep at mornin’ switchin’ ringers to the left

- the myth of ken lyrics

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