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I'm a god and you'd better believe it.
cheese weird odd death chicken funny ass shit humor evil magical cheesy biscuit
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Looking for a song about sh*biscuits and/or golden chickens? Hasenyager combines comedy and music in order to realize your dreams.
Hasenyager is an Americanized version of Haschenjager, which is German for 'rabbit hunter.' I am that hunter, or huntress, if you will, and I take my profession very seriously. Which means that, actually, I don't hunt rabbits. I do, however, make half-assed music with Audacity, and upload it onto SoundClick.
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Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #646
Peak in subgenre #114
Author
Hasenyager
Rights
Hasenyager 2007
Uploaded
June 07, 2008
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
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Parental advisory: contains cuss names and blasphemy I almost didn't upload this one because it's kind of sloppy and unelaborate, but I still sort of like it, so...
Lyrics
My muscles are fraught with sacred geometry A skein of hair and dust as my skin breathes These porous rubber ribbons revitalize Empty, filling with choice as a cork with wine Cells locking together like prisons of monks Citizens and warbling drunks As the sun goes down, and bees fill my veins with buzzing Buzzing I have no control because my brain's been hijacked by me Heedaleehee I try to guard my impulses, but my guard is impulse itself My heart's a grenade and it's nestled in safe But if it explodes it could break someone's face My framework is steel and it should hold up for a long, long time Until my lungs rattle like maracas and say I don't fucking care about life anyway! But I swear that I'll live to 100 just to prove I can That I am I am I'm a god, and you'd better believe it I am blasphemous and alive and pretty damn sweet (Yeah, I'm pretty damn sweet.) There's nothing I cannot accomplish if given the time And the resources It's just such a shame that my life is slipping away like it is Someday I'll wake up and won't feel my feet Bloated and blue like half-rotten quesh And spinal fluid will leak from my neck like waterfall If dying's to life as taxes are to jail And thunder is snow packing under the shale I'll form a cave with the skin of my teeth and I'll sleep in there In Cells locking together like prisons of monks Citizens and warbling drunks As the sun goes down, and bees fill my veins with buzzing Buzzing I have no control because my brain's been hijacked by me Heedaleehee I try to guard my impulses, but my guard is impulse itself I am I am I'm a god, and you'd better believe it I am blasphemous and alive and pretty damn sweet (Yeah, I'm pretty damn sweet) There's nothing I cannot accomplish if given the time And the resources It's just such a shame that my life is slipping away like it is I am I am I'm a god, and you'd better believe it I am blasphemous and alive and pretty damn sweet (Yeah, I'm pretty damn sweet) There's nothing I cannot accomplish if given the time And the resources It's just such a shame that my life is slipping away like it is
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