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letra de velvet throat - crown hutch

-you in your closet, closet d-ld- (laughing)-

i’m at home on the globe where the roadside merchant chant lull can’t be ignored/
swole little worker ants/ germs in a slide slanted break stance: falling dance/

you said your own dreams were boring, you’re wack/
that’s why i’m never f-ckin taking you back/
and you can stand there poutin, little b-tch and swell/

an opera worth you to tell/ a copper wish in a well/
i wanna climb a blood fountain to h-ll!/

i wanna see my face from outside a building/
you in your closet pocket-dilding/

cult cl-ss past mothership brothership/ snugglless body here, hug and kiss b-tton-lips/
chumps new front tooth chipped through the sunroof/
make your son do kung fu run throughs, i got hoops to jump through at dawn in an army helmet/
and do sit-ups, crunch/
i’m flyin hawaiian punch/
hovercraft cadillaccin satellites attack the back end/
shock springer dream cogs printin out hot dogs/ cycbercillic thought logs/ s-x tape -n-log/
screw the pooch/ fatty koo group groove/ yeah do the dog/ do the dog

paragraph sentenced to death/
i’m bout to flip the f-ckin script until it ain’t none left/
i took sarah to the dentist/
just to make her each her watch and wallet/
cantonese body language all over my clothes/
i took her to the laundromat: drop,spat/ bye/ splat

i’m sorry i mistook you for spite i thought i might have to kick that -ss i was like “ah!” like in my head i was like “ah baow baow jack stick stick stick dodge dodge dodge
eh chop chop ahhhhhhh, what the f-ck?”
then he come back come back with the right hook said, “ooh ooh ooh ooooh” ahhh sh-t!/

…and i got these hoes shrieking/ resemble sheep bleets
yeah, alia lookin right but i don’t f-ck mcs/
and if one of em step to me:
the ground found they knees/
i’ll leave em layin undisclosed amounts of f-ckin feet deep/

somebody lied to me/ and now my sweater’s getting redder/
blocks tied to feet/ and really nothing could be better/
what’s worse than a he-rs-?/ this’ll quench your thirst for leagues/
pleased to breath bubbles mumblin melodies under the sea/
yeah i’m the drunken master to your stumblin monk/
i’m not mechanically inclined but i can pop the trunk/
i’m talkin pop trunk double dunk dankbowl bank roll/
crown turn to crowd so proud: “thank you,thank you!”/

i’m at the fun fair, swear it’s an honor/ lookin everett d lundquist purple sunkist bomber/ jacket/
hold the hair back and i’ll attack it/
shows: pack it/
i’m packin it in, punch!/
twelve fourty five i slide in interrupt your lunch/
i’mma bring it to you live/
tweaked frequency top tier/ and brakes rumble seconds from my new jungle, stop here/
i wanna make em wait/ velvet tape tailored shirt: hammers./
stroll in late and watch the b-tches go bananas/
papa pancho villa hiccups, stick-ups/
i’m beto quintanilla backstage/
i think i’m danny ” t-tty motherf-ckin” glover with rap rage so say somethin to me/

say somethin to me, b-tch

- crown hutch

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