The Rattler

Eye ya ya ya ya
 I'm stuffes
 Eye ya ya ya ya
 Nice pup
 Eye ya! Eye ya!
 Eye ya! Eye ya!
 Aye ya ya ya
 I'll never reply yuh
 Wore out my wheels, while I wore down my weight
 Pour out the squeal, hear the seal 'bout to break
 Wore out my wheels, while I wore down my weight
 Pour out the squeal, hear the seal 'bout to break
 Retired is a word that I hate
 I go quiet 'cause I know how to think
 Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank
 Young friar is my new chicken drank
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 Why you go and try and touch people
 Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles
 Why you go and try and touch people
 Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles
 Where do you want to be?
 Have you settled for the comfort of security?
 Half-baked
 What a waste
 Out of shape but not overweight
 If you showed restraint you could seperate
 Asses, asses, asses in battle
 Die die die die die ya bad apples
 Asses, asses, asses in battle
 Use your face like a dumb ass rattle
 My accent, my glibness
 A bee dipped in brass
 I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past
 A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash
 Don't ask if it's worth it, don't think about the math
 There's no complaining in the mansion
 You can't do just what I do
 I chuck my brain through the black
 Climb up the tree
 Shoot out the cannon
 Fuck her cause she reads
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 Punctuation violation perpetrator is verified
 Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!
 Wanted you to know
 Came close to being another echo
 Don't have a soul
 But I'm on a roll
 Comfort in the words of a swindler
 Everybody needs approval
 One love in the halls of a savior
 Act like you're above them
 All the lives you're running
 Will you ever feel it again?
 Like you're part of something
 Worth fighting for
 Worth dying for
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 Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait
 I smell Sharon's pimple
 It's the size of grapes
 I'm so splintered that my mind wave baked
 I had cash but I sold it for some soul
 I'm da wraith