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grime buckets for breakfast

I eat grime buckets for breakfast/

down it w/ a 40 o.e while drivin, feelin reckless/

but It would feel good
to ghost ride the wind to grab your attention and how im so tempted/

commercialism is overflooding yet endless/

i loosen up my tensions and leave followers senseless/

so quit actin and get to real business/

while im walking on the milkyway cooking asters and gassy omlettes /

measuring incraments of plutoniom /

purify my dosage w/ a mixture of sodium/

dreaming of poppie fields gettin drenched in opium/

making mind bending tunes on the radium/

then walk off w. my shoes made of a cynder block/

slanging kids chalk in stead of rock /

teaching the youth how tell time from not lookin at the clock

[ question6 - 15 Mar 2008 15:19 ]