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Cuz she a dirty dancer
But she ain't no jolly rancher
Thinking I'm a pants her
Then I put her in a trance yuh
Cuz she a dirty dancer
But she ain't no jolly rancher
Thinking I'm a pants her
Then I put her in a trance yuh
Collection plate passed around on my centerpiece
Don't have to pray for the end of humanity
Waiting on homunculus to be my release
No matter what angels/devils try stopping me
Cannot deprive a holy ghost of destiny
Forcing my way through never ending tragedy
The news of my death turn heads in the plastic sheets
Table side tears seemed never to bother me
Never to bother me
I'm in optometry
I've seen enough and I have no apology
No Deuteronomy
Saving my soul and encase it in pottery
Study Anthropology
Unknown an oddity
Mind full of sodomy
Spitting out my rotten teeth
Writing my peotry
Knowing things no one does
Do it impossibly
Cuz she a dirty dancer
But she ain't no jolly rancher
Thinking I'm a pants her
Then I put her in a trance yuh
Cuz she a dirty dancer
But she ain't no jolly rancher
Thinking I'm a pants her
Then I put her in a trance yuh
Debauchery
Molding up my mother fucking mind just like some pottery
Make these fucking millys like I won the fucking lottery
I'm a be the mother fucking best
You know I gotta be
You a fake phony you's a mother fucking wannabe
Cut you open like lobotomy
I don't give a fuck you know I do it how I wanna be
Ah fuck
Damn
I'm just off of the Xan
I'll just take your bitch from Paris to France
Man you know I just pull up with my fucking advance
Pull up in the Benz
Leave you in a trance
Flow is nasty