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Bring Back Pluto (Acapella)This is my friend, Tony. He's pretty cool.Although he's not always so smart. [Aesop Rock] And then there were eight (then there were eight). Just like that. (Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto). In the beginning it was Large Marge sent me a bet, empty the rent if you can double-park the garbage barge gently The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house Jupiter ain't talk to Mars, he felt the host of rovers, sold him out Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma cloud Solar boy elope with couch choking on older Polaroids Motormouth show for the golden molar toy Gophers yoke a fish outta water he grows lungs and multiplies Idol. Once soldering a perfect union It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends If mutiny ensues the aloof is assumed nuisance The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps Maroon the traitors, expecting anchors of edelweiss Who later learned it may actually be safer to play with knives I show up late looking project grizzly Two bowies, a third for throwing, (an accomplished dickweed?) Nothing, nada, nil, I stuff a lot of pill to gut. What's the proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks? He'll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood Buf if I'm not? Fuck it. Plug him, Warpy got his goddamn groove back Jet setting on spec with a dead The eddy on the roof rack And miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia Which will later be regretted when it's your turn for cremation And I walk like early man, Freak a little witch hunt. Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma The malformed oddities amongst sovereignty's normal Shall abuse every vice imaginable right before you All I thought of was the cloven hooved And how the clip-clip-clopped over the woven roofs With a nose for commotion and stolen goods Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do In the meantime nine minus one left eight In the meantime nine minus one left eight In the meantime nine minus one left eight We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate They're gonna want his milk money next. Stare into the glowing eye of Cerberus and grow Forging of laminates will not repel the quarantined alone (Someone should finish theese!-Zane) [Like:] You ain't shit. This ain't ill. This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still. This is a corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build. Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell. |