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letra de hedwig and angry simian preop covergirl - gonzo 9000

not even you b-tch t-t robert paulson appendages could affermate your agenda
better surrender while you can oedepus motherf-ck to change gender
carnival freak i’ll peep your miserable little half rate sideshow spectacle
of the emcee most likely to be found feeding off the crust of meatloaf’s t-st-cl-s
you couldn’t concive a verbal mindf-ck if you were gangraped by the letters off public access
offspring, coughing marionette puppet b-tch better talk less
better bark less as the darkness takes a heartless approach to disasterpiece
which implies my deepest desire to apply your vital organs to paint a masterpiece
hannibal the homicadal cannibalized facemelter
barbarra the brainchild of b-st-rdized fate, tell ya
what though corky, i allready spelled it out for the mongoloids
but you got the attention span off an acid baby with with tv replacing toys
delusional intimidation, your on the road to 106th and mediocrity
while i kerouac in stlyle guilt free from your clique hypocracy
and all thats stopping me is the collectable socrates on my shoulder
smolderin little body parts, typical outcome, defcon soldier

call you hedwig and the angry simian pre-op cover girl
for the next issue of silverback’s, gorilla she male centerfold
i told you didn’t i, i came here to hurt to you
not so you crawl up on my sh-t like f-ckin earnie and bert do

party monster romperstomper egoscarred display the chompers
recombinate the cardigans of kurt cobain and mr. rogers
slughterhouse the vonnegut , tweak the peak and bomb withit
and maybe just one day you’ll finally accept the blatant facts and just move on with it
the only demographic in which you create any crowd movement are schizoid autistics
who only tremble in horror at the real time murder of your english linguistics
you may think your the kningfish looselip truthslipper
but the truth slips out you just a looseleaf produce picker
you couldn’t grasp a cadence , lobsterboy vs. broomstick
and by the way the apr-n fit i guess its obvious who tools it
go play quiddictch little ditch diggin harry potter with man t-tties
or you could demote your self to secretary of wallow in self pity
by the time the audiosonics infiltrate your slightly apeish brain
you’ll be manchurian, a canidate to -ssainate your self on stage
like a fat mexican gg allen with no talent your an abomination
insubordinate with a day dream of trans-xual ej-cul-tion

next time your uber macho stereotyped alpha male instinct insists that you use your mandibles
stop…and set the memory banks to the last face to face with this cannible
i hope you realize that audio tape replays tastelessly for the professors amus-m-nt
and he cites it as the inspiration for his thesis : the whack emcee and his lack of movement
and while im sin city through circuitry i hold the mic and i’m sick with it
but your just a hobby , an afterthought, so i’d hold onto your job and just stick with it
your a failed spirit box pilot, an idol too briiliant for the imcompetent
note the brilliance was the ignorance of mongoloid theory flaunting it
plutoniun reject eject, wasn’t even invited to the villians connvention
at a tea party with a hermathroditic star jones doppelganger who’s eyeing your attention
abandoned clebord igor r-t-rded extraterrestrial scooty puff junior model-worthless
burden of the state burrow verbals in your nervous waste of sp-ce reserved for your real purpose
jump on the good ship lolly popthug suckerb-tch estogen etched paulson padded outlines
where project sids is fight club and i’m durden manifested , and your just mort goldman
think your street soldior overplayed radio obsessed frame of mind could even handle my diction
might wind up relivin marcellus wallace getting gangraped like in the end of pulp fiction

i’m bruce willis, blissfully sippin’ illicit liquors
i’ma finish off my drink, then let these rubes release itchy to squeeze triggers
your sewing circle cyphers suck the life out of seriously ill syllable segments
but im the snake tongued centipede circling countless spiders to cause headtrips
i took the aborted g*nius of an abnormally preconcieved fetus in the name of diseased vanity
so i could boost my intellegence the few points i needed to cross the line into insanity
b.j. and the bear would be recommisioned for 60 epidisodes b4 you could ever shadowbox my lexicon
decepticon enhanced transform, you’re second rate like van damme in the hexagon
been a follower of absurd verbal dialougue since the octagon sprouted those blue flowers
scanner problems are just a part of the haunting thoughts that have got to plaugue your brain for hours
bet i’m that f-ckin monster where the wild things are in your subcon
further down coil no escape another wasted day where has the sun gone
far from your harold and the purple crayon conceptions of reconst-tuted stomach bile you call intellegence
simpleton tom thumb under the table pick up your weekly constallation prize for irrelavence
the next time you wanna call me out don’t do it wearin an apr-n
paulson t-ts are the first step, pretty soon you’ll be an abortion of made men

- gonzo 9000

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