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Falling icicle my morning view
Blizzard wind pick up through broken window
While I snooze, another day betrayed by booze
Escape like Mister Hyde each moon
Ooo I spewed upon the radiator
Can't afford a new one
So i'll have to pray a heatwave's favored
TV lazer beam my cup of joe
Fled apartment head down
As i past the breadline folk
Pinch the pennies in my pocket
Cross a pond to stripper poles
Cause even intimacy's missed for this factory shmoe
6am, tremble back to crib
Press my skull against the door it cracks an inch
Sorta really trashed I trip
On the floormat, i'm planking
Lift my head to wince but glimpse
A shiny pamphlet waiting
Are you manic, angsty? Introducing Blanqee
The smoothest cutting-edge new burnoose for safety
It's a blue Mercedes to a Chevrolet
Capable of incomparable companionship
Salmon that swim with a punctured lung
Will now wiggle in unmitigated sunlit fluff
Adjust the octopi suction cups
Soothe into Jupiter's nucleus, combustion lush
Equipped with a headrest that hums nine lullabies
Collect your convection, subtilize frozen skies
Alexa past Prime, Blanqee stay til your last day
Warm regards, yours truly CEO Max Waitt
You like me
I keep it 2D
This Blanqee's
No one trick pony ain't he
A tight squeeze
Take you out your misery
Slip off to sleep
Wake up to beep (beep, beep)
Flew across the room like vinaigrette this Blanqee came delivered wet
The box was soggy now i'm 'fraid it won't transform into it's e--
Oh wait, no hold on; the fibers in it's cotton croaked on
Each wire interwoven blasted light along the whole hall
Excited for it's friendship decided to take a stage dive
Aiming for the Blanqee lept and fell into its cage blind
Force of AI, spread devotion, each heated quilt
Encouraging it's nurturing I serviced it's monecious build
Rooftops and hillsides and bedrooms and spilt wine
I melted with the comforter my posture turned a shrill sight
No matter my plight I knew with Blanqee I was better
Till the night it snug a mummaby I drifted off forever
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Talkings of a witch hunt, theft, death, conquest
First thought, nonsense, not all of us are goblins
Till a baseball caught the window of my stratospheric office
Grab it and I ponder, beet red seams started pulsing
From the ball to my heart, felt a presence on a slow creep
But knowing nobody imputing me for an evil scheme
Til I scope past the broke glass at rats beneath my feet
Curtain callers castin' me stealing the catbird seat
Burnin Blanqees staking bases screamin' Max Impeach
Ululating masons, tailors of the dirt cheap
Propping prognostics, AVENGE GRANT GURNEY
Who's that? Scramble to gather the information
Apparently a patron of our greatest creation
Blanqee seared his organs, now I feel mine growing frozen
Tetris level resets... decomposing totem
You like me
I keep it 2D
This Blanqee's
No one trick pony ain't he
A tight squeez
Take you out your misery
Slip off to sleep
Wake up to beep (beep, beep)