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Kansas City's definitive electro-punks, Odd-o-Matic combine punk guitars with hip-hop and metal undertones, a splash of buzz-saw synths and garnished with sarca
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Genre
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#3,627 today
Peak #137
#63 in subgenre
Peak #3
Author
xen/odd-o-matic
Rights
2008
Uploaded
January 03, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:38
Lyrics
a beat so sweet, it's bad for your tooths
I tried to ride on the Soul Train, they threw me in the caboose
I can't refuse if I choose to Grey Goose this juice
'til my hands get heavy and my pants get loose..
I gave 50 cents, but all I got was bad news
seems the odds are stacked against me and so the evidence proves
that I may need to lose a pound or two before I put on that dress
and try out new dance moves..
I'll be pushing up daisies while I'm stepping on cracks,
if you're so understanding, why do you over-react?
mind over matter of fact.. I prefer science fiction
I'm the loser just like my father's predictions..
my mouth's so dry, it feels like the desert sun had fallen out of orbit and landed on my tongue.... these four walls have left little to the imagination, my frustrations can't be worked out by yoga or meditation, I've lost focus, hocus pocus, believe I need Visine relief. pseudo-pinkeye if I decide to treat one side.
Mediocre , a meaty ogre, that I killed with my bastard sword. Good Lord you whore, put that pill bottle back in the drawer.. You don't even know what he's taking them for.. you're just bored, out of drugs and there's so many more here to explore..
what are these? I'll just take one.
it says alcohol will intensify effects, in the next 30 minutes we expect you to go into cardiac arrest.
..this man is barely breathing... sir, we can't help you if you don't come down from the ceiling... what are the symptoms you're feeling...
erratic heartbeat, my nerves are on knives
before I take another one I'll be sure to think thrice
bad advice, I socialize while I'm chewing up these pills like they're Dentyne Ice. I'm f*** ed up, man. the eyes never lie.
bright lights, but there's no sign of God,
in fact the only thing I see is my cat, Dr. Bob
turning grey, everything's fading away
if I prayed this is where I'd get down and say..
"I followed your orders, like a dog I obeyed,
did things in your honor, never once did I use your name in vain,
and got f*** ed anyway."
Now no walls will unable me to breathe
a goofy bastard with an escape route up his sleeve
before you suck eggs, you must learn to suck seed
it doesn't take a Ministry to factualize this chemistry
my balls and mouth are huge, some find that intimidating
six foot odd medisinner, who is chronically masturbating.
Your threats are like a pillow, they're soft to the touch.
I'm not scared of blood .
Later, you'll be the one chopped up and buried in mud
you said it yourself man, someone's about to get killed
now why would someone get so mad over a few missing pills?
trust me, no one will find you, I must move on..
exaust your supply and find the next mark for my con.
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