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letra de touch the cloth - stice

[intro]
give me what i need
give me what i godd-mn need
cutter in the bag
whittle down an onion
let ’em know i’m very, very, very, very thin

[verse 1]
open up, give it up
gonna ride all night, now giddy up
you and me, little ass don’t give a f-ck
tip-top in the sun with a rubber duck
puzzle guts, p-ssing sh-t in a gutter love
what? yo, guts, why you singing? keep your mouth shut
putt-putt-putt, last week, i was shriveled up
too freaky ’cause we both got suey guts
suey guts, suey guts
suey got chopped ’cause he almost bit a nut
baby got crossed ’cause you know i can’t eat nothing
open up, give it out
cough three times ‘causе you know i’m not living well
chop suzuki, got one for the bag, three for thе pill
tree in my ass, say, “i heart phil”
hey, phil
what a guy, what a friend, what a meal
too bad everything that i had looked just as it did when it came from the rear
and mad that the thing that i got bubbles up every time when i have six beers
it’s all in the figment, pig meat food that i ought when the thought was scared
and it’s clear that it all looks suspicious from the lens of the scarlet ring
two for the head, two for the hair
two for the hand, two for the staff
one for the eye, none for the rear
[refrain]
give me it, give me
give me piece of the cloth
give me all that you ought
give me sh-t, give me p-ss, give me moss
give me all that you are
give me sh-t, give me p-ss, give me moss
give me all that you are

[verse 2]
now give me right back with a got (two got)
two naught with a nice, big heart
you sure look scared, but you don’t look smart
crippled my folks, but not what shot, not right (two got)
give it right back ’cause it don’t look hard
yeah, it don’t look right
yeah, it don’t make it right
make the exit tight

[verse 3]
h-llo, aspartame crunch
so long, unyielding hunch
the boogie board bunch mistook my friend for one free lunch
and there, i met my dental punch
who scried my face a wincing scrunch
now no longer will i munch on breakfast, brunch, dinner or luncheons
won’t smile at family functions
cousins, dad, and uncle bumpkins
moms and aunties and the munchkins
laughing at my tooth’s assumption
that its brothers loved its gumption
rot and shake the gummy stantion
planted in my big mouth’s mansion
it could cast the mold’s expansion
without fear of shame or lancing
but did it see the slow advancing
of two wicked canine captains?
who l!ck-whipped my bad tooth’s dancing
to cheers of “k!ll him, cave his ass in”
i tasted battle, felt tongue moisten
with the blood of bad tooth poison
and with cannon of my gut
i spit the bad tooth right clean out

- stice

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