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Lyrics
Sweet Venus...
On clear autumn nights like this one...
I can imagine my own
Personal constellation, it looks just like her and tempts me
And I'm not a player-hater, I'm a player-disliker-intensely
Incidentally, a hell of an MC, with a penchant for manly hubris
Recommended by four out of five licentious Stanley Kubricks
Rude and difficult like Rubik's Cube, shy of a load by a few bricks
Known to recite children's verse in bus shelters at night just for the acoustics
Gentlemen, grab your gluesticks! I'll make every man-jack of your crew sick
With my Bebop/Rocksteady/Brahms' Lullaby/funeral music!
I want my face on the crucifix, I want my name in the papers
The glory and pride of my country, the private shame of the Quakers
Amish Paradise Lost in a Superbowl Shuffle of a stacked deck
I beat the written word into submission until little remains but a black speck
Mack truck, I'm nothing but a float in the motorcate
Sick fuck on speaking terms with several girls under voter age
Slow to rage, early to bed, cautious but never chicken
Running figure eights and perfect circles around the clever dickens
Nine eyes on the clock that's ever ticking towards the rapture
I'll remain an upper eschalon pokémon - hard to capture!
At the first hint of disaster, the sucker turned white as a sheet
"we sent him crying down the street"
Punk rock passionate anti-taxidermy activist
The devil's advocate, technically excellent Rebel strategist
Satyriatic satirist, the catastrophic catalyst
The cacaphonic cat person and captain of the Nautilus
I ought to bottle this rap fluid and hock it to the
Girlies on the left that's gonna rock it to the early morn
In fresh mode, yes y'all, pops filtered with pantyhose
If I was a gangster rapper I'd represent my colours in ASCII code!
Strike a nasty pose and make a clever retort to a dis record that samples Björk or Weather Report
I would never resort to underhanded principles
When I could stand tall in my hidden fortress/wonderland, invincible
The mission be damned! It's only sensible to listen and
Learn, even if presented with an indefensible position!
Your fanciful positions had me branded with a pentacle
Well big deal. So what if I was? I'm a Sentinel!
Tentacle porn reborn, my resurrection was fraternal
I live up to the hype, unlike Reflection Eternal
Two kernels of advice: first, I recommend walking for your health
Second: Girls, let your fingers do the talking to yourself
Wearing moccasins for stealth, the sucker was still indiscrete!
"we sent him crying down the street"
Smooth me out... woah, woah...
Take notes on this one, kids, 'cause I'm the baddest nimble
Linguist who still considers multisyllabic rhymes a status symbol
English is my theme park, I'm the carney on the Tilt-A-Whirl
Regrettably so vicious like Milton Berle celebrity roasting!
I'm replacing Emily Post and Lucy Maude Montgomery officially
It's not amiss to construe this as summary dismissal, G!
Misery full in effect, I remember when
It was still okay to call rappers "wack" and then dismember them!
HOW ARE YOU GENTLEMEN !! Step in the camper van
The greatest minds of our time are connected with ampersands
But that's about to change because I swear I'm the best since
DJ JAZZY JEFF AND THE FRESH PRINCE!
Take it off, you can't see me in infrared
Making light of your injuries, taking a bite of your gingerbread
House, walking gingerly out amongst the people, right?
With two in the chest, just doing my best to try and be polite
Evil like cute kittens, it's so regrettable
That you seem to think that my rhymes are edible
A blessing to the medical profession, rhyming nonetheless
I'm out, I think you ought to take some time and convalesce!
Sleep now...
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