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letra de tongue n groove - mud sun

i jump from the swings
and catch jerks on the way down
takin’ my mentality back to the playground
act like i’m eight now
mr. mischievous me
stark bullock naked
giggling meaninglessly
“what’s he doin’ mummy?”
l!ckin’ an ice lolly
diggin’ the way folks consider me quite ugly
just try and stop me
i bet you can’t lady
i’m p-ss caring strolling down the pier half crazy
with security giving me the dark loom
like, “boss, who’s this dude bathing in the log flume
dabblin’ off at the ticket office with the oddest expression
honestly, somebody should coverhis modesty
come! arrest him for his infractions
for being naked on a tourist attraction
come on
slinging words like some sort of -ss-ssin
i can’t catch all that he chattin’
but it’s something like..”
f-ck an orderly fashion
i’m audibly p-ssionate
only the mortuary would force me to abdicate
until my breaths cut by the claws of the hands of fate
i’ll keep keep screaming my thoughts to the crashing waves like

i heard a call of enticement from the guys on the golf course
they wanted me to chase b-lls for ’em
but i couldn’t fall for it
’cause i gotta have a colorful life
like licorice all-sorts
that’s why i don’t roll with unoriginal cyborgs
this is my course
and i’m trying to make some serious moves
i tried to pick up a chick with the clearest blue eyes
when i was p-ssing through syracuse
but she refused
said she could only be with the man she felt nearest to
and i was on the move
and this was very true
so i bid farewell to this incredible pair of b00bs
and carried through
i’m only taking risks that i’m prepared to lose
and occasional relationships i cherish too
but really, what’s a free spirit to do?
every few days i find myself in a new place
and i can’t fit a woman in my suitcase
so i do what it takes in my own foolish way
and it usually makes the souffle taste a little more gourmet
so you might here some stories if i tour your way
you can call me a wh0r-
but it’s your mistake
’cause i’m just in it for enjoyment
i don’t live to fornicate
that was a bar late
ahhh!

f-ck it! i’ve got nothing to prove
nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove
it’s wonderous!
the unpredictable diction delivered by dizzy and baba brinkman
i’m like
f-ck it! i’ve got nothing to prove
nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove
it’s wonderous!
the unpredictable diction delivered by dizzy and baba brinkman

i am the kind of man that militant blokes punch
but i won’t change my name like cinnamon toast crunch

i’m sicker than most punks getting slapped with injunctions
for attracting sumptuous l-sses with smashing pumpkins

manic street preacher screaming at speaker’s corner
like a panicked bee keeper with an avid speech disorder

dramatically more delirious i flow so furiously
my hormone overdoses are known to disorder periods

of course we’re serious! deep thinking philosopher lyricists
with commentary as gritty as pete doherty’s liver is

and we keep flippin’ scripts ’cause we’re both show stoppers
with more b-lls than a couple of harlem globetrotters

these bros drop flows hotter than animal fetuses
ending cannibal thesis’ with avril lavigne disses

this necrophiliac rap molested a brilliant cl-ssic
i could serve you the head of sylvia plath on a silver platter and still be in fashion

this is the line that rowan is supposed to say
but he’s got nothin’ ‘ere cause he never says anything anyway

yo they call me baba ’cause i’m babbling some bullsh-t
to get your girlfriend gathering in to suckle on my m-ssive d-nk

here’s the dizraeli line that’s just funky
but i’m cr-p at these accents from the west country

yo it’s your host dizraeli and i’m the verbose canadian
cramming so many literary references into my dense sh-t that no ones quite getting my sentences and it doesn’t quite fit into this sh-t…

f-ck it! i’ve got nothing to prove
nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove
it’s wonderous!
the unpredictable diction delivered by dizzy and baba brinkman
we’re singing
f-ck it!
nothing you do can stop me
i’ve got nothing to prove
it’s wonderous!
nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the
unpredictable diction
by dizzy and baba brinkman
we’re singing
f-ck it!
i’ve got nothing to
stop me sticking my tongue in the
wonderous
unpredictable diction
delivered by dizzy and baba
dizzy
dizzy and baba
dizzy
dizzy and baba brinkman

we’re singing
f-ck it! i’ve got nothing to prove
nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove
it’s wonderous!
the unpredictable diction delivered by dizzy and baba brinkman

- mud sun

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