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Tony Counts Us In
00:06
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Balloonmaker
00:18
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Balloonmaker Balloonmaker
Made himself a balloon wife
Balloonmaker Balloonmaker
Isn’t that kinda weird
And doesn’t it scare the kids
And maybe you should stop
‘Cuz the police are here asking questions about your real wife
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3. |
Texas Chainsaw Mascara
00:48
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Hey hun, are you feelin’ kinda sick?
Hey hun, essential oils are the trick
Hey hun, I’m a momtrepreneur
Actually “Bossbabe” is what I prefer
Hey hun, you can be your own boss
Yeah hun, stockpile lip gloss
The pyramids weren’t built in a day
So hun, grab a glass, hope you like Kool-Aid
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4. |
Hamberders
01:30
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Overfed and numb
Fill the trough again
Hand-me-down income
You think i’m your friend
I’m a scholar, you're child’s play
And your infantile bent
That i make every day
Leaves my heart discontent
Have fear
Ea-nasir
Your hollow movement
Versus a ruthless brutus
Have fear
Ea-nasir
A vengeful chef
No regrets
Hatched a plan, damage control
My seeds have blossomed whole
A surprise now stole
In your taco bowl
A fleet of black cadillacs
I’m at home in my cell
I dig the look, white and black
I’ll see you in hell
Have fear
Ea-nasir
Your hollow movement
Versus a ruthless brutus
Have fear
Ea-nasir
A vengeful chef
No regrets
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5. |
#BanCars
01:35
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We turned our home to a hearse
No one to blame but us for the worst
We turned our home to a hearse
Y’all act we’re cursed
But WE turned our home to a hearse
The whole culture perverse
ACAB They dont even think to amerce
The whole thing’s reversed
We turned our home to a hearse
For better or worse
We turned our home to a hearse
We turned our home to a hearse
No one to blame but us for the worst
We turned our home to a hearse
(What? You got batteries now? You so woke and so proud?)
Well excuse me if i sound terse
But there’s no one to blame but us for the worst
We turned out home to a hearse
How long til your bubble is burst
Let me sing you a song, the Earth is averse
We turned our home to a hearse
We turned our home to hearse
No one to blame but us for the worst
We turned our home to a hearse
We turned our home to a hearse
No surprise when we exit the windshield headfirst
We turned our home to a hearse
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6. |
Tecate
00:18
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Need a Tecate
In my body
Slice up a lime
To have a good time
Or get a bit naughty
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7. |
Creatine Queen
00:59
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Got my sneakers shined
Got my hair all gelled
Got my V-neck on
Got my custom smell
And I pumped all day
And my veins are swole
But my heart is empty
I can’t fill the hole
Why do I just eat steamed chicken and broccoli
If nobody wants to love me?
Tony’s in my blood
Rage is in my brain
Vodka red bull shots
To try to kill the pain
Pumped up lumps I built
Pushing through my skin
I can’t get them out
I won’t let you in
Why do I just eat steamed chicken and broccoli
If nobody wants to fuck me?
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8. |
Remote Control Dad
00:41
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They were the perfect family
Then his dad got killed
When he fell into a giant hole
So a friendly scientist
Did some experiments
Now his daddy is remote controlled!
His arms: massage guns!
His eyes: laser beams!
His tummy is an oven
His ass a soft serve a machine!
They’re pushing daddy’s buttons
They’re yanking his crank
They’re bonding together
They’re robbing a bank
Remote control dad
Best dad I ever had
Remote control dad
Don’t make him mad
Remote control dad
But i’m losing control
Remote control dad
Their blood is on my hands!
Remote Control Dad
Batteries not included.
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9. |
Zero Vision
00:54
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Vision zero? Zero vision
Now it’s just me and the asphalt kissin’
Why you need a truck so tall?
You compensating for something, doll?
The newspaper says i was wearing dark clothes
The cops said the driver stayed at the scene
Get punish passed and then doored
Why is gas what our taxes pay for?
So much potential in this wonderful city
But they just listen to the idiot NIMBY’s
No charges filed, nothing changes
It’s just an “accident” look the other way
I’m gonna die on Sunset Blvd
Dragged screaming underneath of the 704
Eric [Garcetti] don’t give a fuck
He says I’m pushing my luck
“I’m just trying to get to work, man”
I’m gonna die on Sunset Blvd
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I think it’s overdue
I hope you’re in good health
But I can’t help you
If you can’t help yourself
You expect a parade
When you throw yourself off a cliff
Won’t be no ticker tape
We know you’re full of shit
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