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letra de wordsmith's cauldron - corduroy mclellan

[verse]:
i’m gnarls barkley on the track they say that i’m the craziest
talent so rare you could say that it’s the gamieist
i keep it all inside skipping sunday’s like an atheist
i never made the a list but put me on your playlist
it doesn’t make sense an oxymoron like a safe risk
i feel like i’m flying praying that it’s not a stage trick
i need to take a second thank the lord for all his faithfulness
he died and rose again that’s a repeat horticulturist
beck and jade now i’m feeling so victorious
i’m murdering this track the girlfriend mr. pistorius
radiant like wilbur so thе glow is looking glorious
a little success and now i know that i need more of this
alcoholic bеverage: i’m creating a buzz
my motivation for this music is simply because
why waste another minute on the way that it was
been an old soul since i was sprouting peach fuzz
i’m just pulling strings again like a repeat offender
but i prefer an ibanez to make these melodies render
jack sparrow with the flow i will never surrender
all i do is grow more interest like i work for a lender
my grades looked like blood types the second most common
that’s why demand is high and i will not be forgotten
the path you walk is wide and i know that it’s rotten
dodging all my problems in the booth like i’m cotton
i’m from a place where they give honor to a vegetable
sometimes it takes a while for my rhymes to be digestible
need fiber in your diet cause you’re full of what’s detestable
celebrate accomplishments like every night’s a festival
i read a lot like the woodwinds or plants
and yes, i run the game but i’m still wearing sweatpants
i use the setbacks as a way to advance
check my spelling while my words are leaving you in a trance
gifted lyrically my brain conducting symphonies
let the words shine like i know they live in infamy
eat the tracks for brunch like i’m pulling up to tiffany’s
the speakers booming loud like a drum roll on timpani’s
known to steal flows i don’t claim to be the first
every time i hear a rhyme i grab the pen and get to work
fill my veins up with more energy soon i’ll have to burst
never have my tongue tied like results from being cursed
you know these bars are cold like santa’s favorite pub
the kind to turn your fingers black and not be played inside a club
got me feeling sorta husky with the way i stack the dubs
i found a spot among the greats when i read my ticket stub
coming up on 48 like a search for someone missing
let me teach a thing or two before i have to start dismissing
now you sound like slim reaper when you speak it’s just some hissing
if i’m speaking the truth, how can i be dissing?
[outro]:
-excerpt from schitt’s creek-
[moira]:
next step is to fold in the cheese

[david]:
what does that mean? what does “fold in the cheese” mean?

[moira]:
you fold it in

[david]:
i understand that, but how? how do you fold it? do you fold it in half, like a piece of paper, and drop it in the pot, or, what do you do?

[moira]:
david, i cannot show you everything

[david]:
okay, well, can you show me one thing?!

[moira]:
you just… here’s what you do: you just fold it in

[david]:
okay, i don’t know how to fold broken cheese like that!
[moira]:
then i don’t know how to be any clearer! you take that thing that’s in your hand, uh huh? and you…

[david]:
if you say “fold in” one more time…

[moira]:
it says, fold it in!

[david]:
this is your recipe!

[moira]:
you fold in the cheese, then!

[david]:
don’t you dare!

[moira]:
you fold it in! david! oh good, now i see bubbles. david! what does burning smell like?!

- corduroy mclellan

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