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Long legs like a spider’s got

Bald Head like a spider might

Funk fingers on

Funk black as night

I was tractor beamed again

I felt boiling bloodlets rise

Weird’s residue

Still Left Behind

How would you say that you’re liking me now

Growing green violent and gushing sound

If I could monk it up

Utilize all my might as a music maker

Drop the I’ll show them shit

And just murder it

How would you say that you’re liking me now

Hyper and bouncing and dripping with sweat

Boiling it over with stereo rage

How would you say that you’re liking me now

It’s true I’ve been scared to sketch out my heart on a page

It’s true I’ve placed so much weight on the flacid and fake

If surging potential is all I can claim

If nothing’s remembered but the purest of states

Let me be honest aggressive unbound

How would you say that you’re liking me now

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