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Alphabet Insanity Lyrics - Artist : Lethal, Mac
I adamantly attack the alphabet
With an anecdotal algorithm made of Adamantium. I'm like an Adderrall-addicted anaconda or an alcoholic or an asshole like A-Rod, no anabolics. But I brutally and beautifully butcher the banging beat. Brushing bubbly all over your booby and booty beef, 'Cause I'm a carpenter - I come carving your carcass. Leaving all these carp fish crushed on the carpet. Crumbling chron in Colorado with my Cal cronies. I'm cramming it full of condiments like it's a Calzone. Delicious! I didn't drive and drink. Whether diamonds or dimes, man, I'm diving deep like an electric eel. I'm elegantly eloquent, and every cent I've ever earned just entered me in the election. I got eleven brains like an enormously educated Einstein with Elephantitis of the erection. A freak! I'm fighting with a flatfooted felon. Five falcons just flew to a fountain and fell in. Googling googly-eyed girls to get inside. Golly gee from Glasgow to Guatemala's gentrified. A hippopotamus is high on heroin, he heckles me, And hires Haitian Hank to hand his ho a hysterectomy. In hateful hieroglyph I hurl out hyperbolic hubris, And hang with Hipster Helen, that's the hooker with the huge hips. I'm ill. I'm Icarus. I ignite idiots in idioms and issues. Jumpy jargon I joust like Jacare jiving Japanese judo and jiu-jitsu. Killing them like a kid, got a kilogram of ketamine for Kwanzaa. Knit a kimono made of komodo dragon skin. Rich like a Klingon that be kicking it at the Kremlin, But I'm kicking through your door, call me Kramer Kardashian. Lethal. Literally litter a little limerick that be littler than a Leprechaun. A menace that'll manifest the melancholy mayhem, Making a metamorphosis until I'm mechanized like Megatron. Nick Nolte, a nerdy native of Nebraska, needs a neon ninja and a nectarine from NASA. Ominously, I mean it's obvious you see a orthodontist oozing out oodles of onomatopoeias. Oswalt Patton picking a pocket, plucking a patent. I pickle purple poop in Patron for pure passion. I got a question, got to quiz ya: Let's step on the gas and go quicker. Uh. Really getting ready for the revolution. Reeled a rotten rhythm ring around the Russian Ronda Rousey resort. Serve a simple sentiment, a simile that's smoking like a sheet of Sudafed. I'm swiftly swimming like a seahorse. Titties on Atilla tell a teller that'll toe-tag. Terminator gun inside a turtle-tattered tote bag. Thugs are Un-American, unattractive and unwanted as an ugly pair of UGGs. Vivid and vivaciously venomous with the wicked wombats only walking where women is. Getting xenophobic at the Xanadu. XOXO, yippee-ki-yay. Yours truly, Mac. Yes, yo! Oh, shit, I forgot Z... zebra. |
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