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say Well, I guess we'll wait and see He's got a new Corvette he says It does a 120, he says He's got some catchin' up to do Some crazy scores to settle
Pass me that lovely little gun My dear, my darting one The cleaners are coming, one by one You don't even want to let them start They are knocking now
[announcer] Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins and gods Once upon a time they stood on the edge of a
Allah U Akbar And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes Time for war I'm tryin' to score
my sock drawers alone behind locked doors And have scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores But I'm not tryin to score points with
humble abode Check it, uhh Now before I get in it, first she walks around naked Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish How she loves dark
yard that I feel abused (gong sound) I'm hearing voices in my head and I can see a tread I'm seeing scores, a pitbull and he's smellin dead Slipped on
dark side a try Don't cast your whirling eyes on the shore Till we even the score I still owe you for the hole in the floor And the ghost in the hall
a dying trend Nothing worse than a silent ghost Or to lose your head at the starting post Ain't it always just a short vacation When it's love it always
it before And I know the score And I decide that love is a bore Love seem sure around the new year Now it's April Love is just a ghost Spring arrived
Wake up, wake up, wake up Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost Huh, they spookin' It's cool, fuck the day dog Check this out You betta watch
Nights came trailing ghost concertos Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting overtures, over
not parted? Her splintered loss rekindles rage The winter frost dwindles across my stage Lit up once more to score, finale started Love would have conquered all Love