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letra de long winter - jakprogresso

[intro]
it was a thief!
village idiot
walks the fallen tree
reaches the roots

yo
i welcome all duck flocks in ponds swimming away from the border predator
to all competitors, your ventin’ better work
your imagination altered only stretch the third
some get accepted for oppressive works, the rest are nerds
i treat rap like a dead b-tch after i dressed up her, molest up words
i bless blunts in tongue but my head’s spun first
like i’m ted bundy & janis joplin’s illegitimate stepson birth
i’m a dust mite, i open the floodlights
so crowds bug front stage like ’68 woodstock mud fights
my brain’s f-cked up so my face distorted and speech altered
i murder women and get away with it ’cause they’re prostitutes and street walkers (stop)
and in homage to theodore bundy i study corpse and celebrate its death by rape of berry rods, january 24th
i bring the negative together gathered and drift, switched moons
much like bird flocks shift directions and weather patterns
set up ladders, inhale dust particles above the mass herd, i’m flattered

[sample]
i want you to stand inside
apocalyptic dreamworks, ox box cart street preacher
on a milk crate in vaudeville, renish in your snot rag and a bottle of real ether
tie-dye, teal t-shirt
when it comes in the absinthe, a european brand, real green teaser
i watch your face drip like paint remover splashed on masterpiece works
i can’t feel my skin and my heart’s beating at court’s base
corpse grey, i serve it the euthanasia and cyanide sorbet
portray, what they all say
i follow chicks to apprehend at the doorway (what?)
act nice and stalk prey, walk strange (huh?)
i’m the weird guy at the ball games who gawks dames and the crowd’s standing out all plain
mixes chemicals in bas-m-nt drug labs after morgue raids
drop tabs and look towards sp-ce (wow!)
and think “what if i murdered women while i toured spain?”
my thoughts stray, wars waged, torch waved
gave the cops nyquil
stock log splinters like oswald stocked rifles
go to club, pick up chicks, bring them home to watch stifle
stuff their body parts in plastic bins and wash cycles
odd style, progresso be the top title (d-ck!)
a poster board teen pop idol
still puff but don’t top vials, no longer chop lines too
the sun doesn’t exist and the clock’s time’s still
i keep prostitute heads in my fridge to age like wine’s chilled
i breathe through spine gills
people who are that stupid just don’t deserve to live

[outro]
the rubber world and everything comes to a point
and i’m out
2006, scumbag sh-t

[sample]
timpani
go
uh, handsome, charming, uhh, projected out in the image
um… all-american, extremely intelligent, ? mobile
and who are his victims?
single women, they’re young, they’re excited, they’re out there

- jakprogresso

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