Crown Hutch - Magazine lyrics

Over-stepping in bounds what's been allowed of me/ If you could wanna punch me you could be proud of me, yeah/ Distilled a** apples always spill out of me/ And these s**a mothaf**as wanna hug and love me/ Hula hooped to jukebox stocked with vinyls/ I broke into the crime lab and I stabbed your spinals/ Praise be Allah, I'm trying to eat your children/ Phil Jackson showerin, and i will and still grin/ Militantly pleasant, i appear as a peasant/ My mouth i guess she says is always bent in a crescent/ One iota more pristine, I'm Ayatollah Pensacola/ You young computer troller, I'm the camp comptroller/ Haunt restaurants/ so you can live to seat me/ I'm crunchy, trust me, you don't wanna eat me/ I wanna meet people that don't wanna meet me/ Stalker-thousand-feet, myspace-delete me/ I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/ I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/ Everything is cool, nothing is cool/ I'm your narcoleptic brother/ Mother hen of em all/ And I got the stethoscopic means to the other end of the vault/ And I know you can't see me, I'm ahead of em all, and you're behind em all, let me rewind the wall/ b**h, damn straight i can align the dinnerplate/ f** are you thinking? I designed the interfaced/ A Puerto Rican Sin Committee after dinner mint/ Spinning on your lips and you can't tell if it's winter-mint/ You're a book spine/ and I unwinded the bindings/ Cracked windshield, archeological findings/ I'm a stop-and-go rest-stop program-on-your-desktop/ You're Cheap-skate spring break sweepstakes models Ask if when the shoot's through do you keep the bottles/ Adhesive throttle/ with a gravity issue/ My head sooted, led-footed make you wish you were Hutch I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/ I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/ Everything is cool, nothing is cool/ Graffiti in your math book and pastel pterodactyls/ Delegated in fractals/ B.Y.O. terabytes night/ Welcome D.I.Y. Die Conference Winced at the clover prince/ Over since the glints splintered/ Winter before last past/ Turkish gla** slashing pa**ing gla**-cut busts of my brother's a**/ Splashing in the infrastructure seltzer/ What's your last wish?/ Rubber-covered hovercraft bus, idling desert dust/ We must beware the Asian-crustacean-cool-clubkid thumpin somethin/ Slumpin-dungeon-ba**kick is basic and i open faces crustless/ Was this what the bumpkin was thumpin/ Thumbless i leave no thumbprints/ Jumpin hurdles/ leavin fences defenseless as turtles Tutus/ Bruised fruit/ Brain-lames of the same name: Lame brain Dinner dates/ ankle weights, weak legs/ Pegs on an axis practice and a**ess access/ DOT DOT DOT/ In your ear Denied Great Dane eyes/ Computerized Hawaii thighs facilitate bo*er-risings/ Island spies wind the Miser winding Budweiser-truths/ I'm in the booth/ Lies grinding on the ground/ pounding up from down- Pounding up from down town/ Pounding down from down town/ Astounding Ba**et Hound Headquarters/ Spilt raw milk spoils split between encryptment coder's daughters and they're honored/ I don't give a f** I'm actually also honored/ That magazine had a map in it, Hutch, That magazine had a map/ That magazine had a ma- OH, b*tch THAT WAS A MAP/ That maga- NO, b**h that was a map/ That magazine had a magazine in it, Hutch/ b**h that was a map/ That magazine had a little map of a magazine/ sh**, no dude/ but b**h that was a map/ I think I'm way down and I think I'm way down dirt/ s**as searchin for work/ I'm f**in stuck in Kentucky hurt/ My belt unbuckled ugly and I'm lucky i f**/ You're lucky you s**/ Alright time is up/ HUTCH/