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Looney Tunes
- More taxing than tax season just want to relax but can't keep these waxings from flowin' dagnabbit
- pull it outta a hat like roger rabbit that waskily wabbit the cause of all my bad habits
- there's no telling what you think bugs me cause my tempers short and this booze keeps coming
- tweeting something
- like sue me for tooking that overtuned two seater to movies drive throughs excuse me while e i'm movin too tough to sous vide not going to juvey for all that hooey
- my dad's a little looney peppy la pew mixed with goofy and scooby dooby
- and then he went and passed it on through me
- but ya'll can't hold a candle to see
- I'm enlightened and found the remy dy to all this pent up energy
- got all you cats frightened of my chemistry
- now that I concocted a cure for my lethargy
- after this your all gonna remember me
- like that rat who made ratatouille and then served it free
- laced with facts laxative exactly man
- i'm exacting my revenge with another fake acme kit
- It's not complicated just cartoons and contemplating while I'm on the john sittin' constipated and waitin' on nominations for most hated
- highly debated never celebrated trying to elevate it aca'pell'a still got my bank account aggravated
- like I dung got shit to do all this time wastin' making me feel like i'm on a pew tastin' a wafer
- lookin' for a pen and a paper
- can't waver or wait for later unless I get another taser
- for not having faith again guess the irony's lost on'em as I hit the pavement face first I can even taste it what a shame this shirt was my favorite it cost me like an entire pallet of ramen
- from caveman to c(a)tholic man's never gotten smarter just found a new way to display wit
- giving you something to play with while makin' others pay forward a donation to the elation of patients sedated
- i'm just a layman another homosapien who's almost the same as someone famous but just thought tomorrow is sposed to be better than yesterday through a mental test of strength but then they stole my lemonade and called it a prank, shit
- i'm outta toon but aint no cause for a panic
- it's high noon and i'm only half manic
- that blue suit man won't answer his banana
- fuck this shit man your bout to hear some mother fuckin profani
- ty not green please it's disgusting like bustin' a nut up on some tree's leaves
- you still listening? please leave
- I can't perform in front of an audience who can't see me
- growin' up I always wanted to be on tv but now you get a million views for being me emed
- always picked last so I just conceive my own team
- this crops got no cream there's just a single seed
- and here's how to achieve your own dreams
- what's necessary is only what you deem but that doesn't mean that you can do only as you please
- it's ea sy ignore kings and queens and make sure that you never lean especially when some multi me di a company keeps thinking up more bullshit things to sing on social me di a while your brinking on linking your thinking with winking lying and cheating until your being starts sinking everything is shrinking smaller than your pinkey you swear but don't believe it
- and drinking falls into your purview as your lured nervous slurring your words on purpose just to curtail the inevitable learnin and this journey is no longer perfect as the world begins burnin your stomachs churnin but her voice helps to curb it
- wrap this up like a turban cause i'm feeling sikh and getting further from running out of verses and I aint even searchin purchasin or worse shit
- at least not on purpose
- believe me don't worship or join a war ship like you were hip when you wore it i'm worried that warm chick's gonna work it till your warped bitch lost a fortune it's abhorent that whore did more porn than her poor kids had corn chips
- there's more lore like Mordor but moreso unfortunate morphing Aghori gore into important chores forming incorporeal punishment adorning a poor man with torn and shorn flesh of worn shoremen can't stomach it that torment you can't uncork it so I'm done put a fork in it
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