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letra de garbage - (alex)slander

i’m drunk driving the dream without a phd or permit
to decorate my duct tape wallet, though i’ve earned it
and we’re still broke as f-ck
you know we smoke the garbage
domes sucked, picking wiz khalifa out the bathroom carpet
i’m leaving marks where verbal marksmen tend to market sh-t
with a style as dark as the abyss between clive barker an john carpenter’s heads
inebriated in the shed with simon pegg like that might be my best friend
but it would seem your queen is dead
so see the difference in all individual creation
is that we provoke the brain while your breath is wasted
you can taste it in the air
cause you’re not down with the atmosphere
load the “overcast!” up in your ear

cause all i hear is yolo
but how low will you go, bro?
like danny devito
can i touch my toes?
no!
but bet i’ll mentally flex to your curriculum
check you like a t-st-cl-, then come in like a catheter
burning the last king of man a forest fire festival
sending drama queen back into trauma school another semester
fallin’ of pangea
i’ll peep you later
if you’re dipping too, leave a magnet message on the freezer
and i’m out

but i’ll be back in a few
comin’ with yo goods
doin’ strictly business like a drive-thru
see i’m too nice, you take me for a pacifist
but tread carefully where currents mix, cape hatteras
cause i’m lord of the flies on the isles of fatal attraction
where smash hit’s will get you spent quicker than a half pence
but that’ll naturally happen when you’re givin’ up the head
like an attractive actress with a c0ke problem and daddy in the past tense
no regrets forgetting, or getting over the message i’m sending faster than a ranger rover
screaming “f-ck the rubbish!” like a litterbug’s att-tude
cynical as louie in a motorola focus group
i’m out

lemme get one more verse on this, man…

and now i keep these people noddin’
like buoys or booties bobbin’ on my water bed
and mama said i wouldn’t be sh-t without some college debt
lost fingerprints to the grind like tech deck
spread verbal lead through blasphemous flesh like a tech death
now i’m on deck facilitatin’ all your shipwrecks
got family mislead p-ssin’ all of my p-ss tests
like “how’d he do it? there’s no shoe to fit left!”
and i’m like get used to it! slander ain’t plead the fifth yet, nah!
comin’ up and leaving nothing but hoofprints
wanna hang with the best?
tell me how this noose fits

you know i’m out

- alexslander

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