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My name written in blood, my sword covered in rust
My songs written in mud, I'm in the trench with no one to trust
The things I counted on been ground into dust
God bless the child of its that sprouted underground with the C.H.U.D
Except for falling in love...
Ain't no better feeling on the earth than getting the smirk wiped from off of your mug
Undecoded and been voted "The Least Likely to Budge"
Taking chances where the answers always "all the above"
Good luck calling my bluff
Had to lay the hammer on your hunt and gathering stuff, It was rather abrupt
Set the balance for battalions too wary to lug
Rations across a battlefield that's barren, shit is barracks or bust
Nobody taught me not to stare at the sun
Only photocopies for the class to share and discuss
Man, your mathematics may be fine for finding the sum
But that ain't nearly what's up
[03:23.55] I'm covered in that grit
[02:11.05][03:15.85][03:26.38] Covered in that sludge
[02:13.74][03:18.50][03:29.24] Covered in that muck
[01:22.33][02:16.18][02:27.16][03:21.11][03:31.82] Covered in that mud
[02:18.74] See, I'm covered in that sweat
[02:21.80] Covered in that blood
[02:24.51] Got covered in that stuck
Yeah, time to make the donuts
Eat, drink, annihilate the bogus
Wide awake and snarling, the dark wings opening on my darling
I speak in holy code and keep the rodeo alarming, homie
Old eyes parrot a roach that won't die
Slow night spirit looking for a hive to ghost ride
Over the river through the woods, I eat the bread, I spoon the mush
Keep it dirty, we prefer misshapen over cookie cut
My office hours are noon for thirty seconds
Then it's off into the tempest for berries and buried treasures
Trade tall tales with lepers and lost dogs
Swing claws at pinatas and the shapes of all y'alls
Hey, the new voice of a defective species
Reflect from the cheap seats, checking his cheat sheets
Eat a raw horse heart, yum, yum, four stars
At the fork is a forfeit of a foreign march (I'm covered in that grit)
Swap a ace out for a joker
Rise with the rebels, feisty, feral
My poker face is not for playing poker
Never die, never shy from the pedal
The number on my ticket reads eternity
Up in the wee hours, bark in a building
See it
Feel it
I'm steady as the fingers of a surgeon
Aware the destination is as absurd as the excursion
Aware that the extent of the hilarity will vary
And the climax and the ending all depending on the version
Spongebob PJs, dreaming of deep space
Sleep spooning a nuclear briefcase
Spoon sugar till his teeth ache, three cheers
Two for his team, one queen in the bee beard *btzz* (I'm covered in that grit)
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