Sencillo / Pista

Unsafe Sextet/Gilded Hearts of Booklovers

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You get some tap shoes and sheet music with trombones

Unsafe Sextet, It's Unsafe Sextet

You get some piccolos and fashionistas with jumpsuits

Unsafe Sextet, It's Unsafe Sextet

I frown upon the meaning of blitzkrieg

When the sepdia tint bleeds out of your sleezy club striptease

You give the cheesy club chick feed

Your reality tv stud misreads his scripted pig oinks

So I disjoint his measly thug prestige

When my wheezing lung is squeezed

Out of the pitiful entrapments of an able bodied squatter

I spew frothy fodder

From the tenuous underpinning of a corroded mind

I can't learn a thing

Yet my creative furnishings are a body of water

So I'm a coffee potter

Yes I'm a barista at Starbucks

You can lessen my financial woes

Just swipe your visa card once

Buy this explosive whoopee cushion

My loathsome pussfooting should be put in

Runs with a pizza parlor runts want of arcade tokens

Join the styled fauna of the industry mixer and suffer mild trauma

I need a chemistry kit sir

And not to coddle pistol grips I only need one popsicle stick

For my boyz n the hood diorama

Oh my band sucks shit

Were not first on no bills

We play sand buckets

And eat birth control pills

And my fingertips look like crisp fried ends

I go off

Diss my friends

Looking at the negative balance on my account through a fish eyed lens

You get some tap shoes and snorkles and bandmates

And sheet music with trombones and handguns

And what do you got

Unsafe sextet

We upstage the best yet and tongue bathe cassette decks

Holding unpaid rent checks

You get some piccalos and cutlery and thermoses

And fashionistas with jumpsuits and congos

And what do you got

Unsafe sextet

We upstage the best yet and tongue bathe cassette decks

Holding unpaid rent checks

You get some tap shoes and snorkles and bandmates

And sheet music with trombones and handguns

Gilded hearts of booklovers

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

In the regalia of a star prick I measure our genitalia with a yardstick

And dethrone my third person drowning it in sea foam

And drink the blood from its wing nub dipping in it with cheese scone

Exchanging pelvic thrusts while pulling the elephant tusk from my cheekbone

Put my dirty feet in a pair of socks and my bird beak in a swear box

And unfasten my pants

Insure that my mojo crash lands on your happenstance

Youre a flash in the pan

Quid pro quo with the newest thing to come out

With me it's no go I'm a shooting range cut out

But my woodie's blair underwooden, you should book me with wonder women

I ain't go the suggested footwear but the kids leave the breakfast nook bare

When I prep fixins im hedging clipping their reading habits at the book fair

But I'm too pithy and far fetched to compete with your hickeyed guitar neck

I hear the political convictions of your depbut EP dwarf isclamfascism

Great news! You get rave reviews 5 out of 5

But thisll leave your noodle full blown this year were touring funeral homes

And that self serving agenda will buckle under the weight of these lengthy diatribes

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

And you decided to write the hip hop version of karma sutra

After being fired from your job for uprocking to close the water cooler

Oh your games so tough, it de magnetized my key card

It's so hot and fresh, your merch booth needs a sneeze guard

And I fall off without a tug on the ripchord

I amount to fuzz of the mixboard

But how can I get my game re-charged, tell me

Oh gilded hearts of booklovers

You don't have to be careful let your hinged airhole swing ajar

We have disemboldened the cookie cutters

Who the fuck do they think they are

Oh compromised worldview

Please don't mind me as I kindly scratch my scabs

Our nerve endings curly q

When brushed up against the naps of flags

Or that fascist vag. or that

Ensamblando tu reproductor de música con IA

Unsafe Sextet/Gilded Hearts of Booklovers

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