Crown Hutch - Velvet Throat lyrics

*You in your closet, closet dil*o (laughing)* I'm at home on the globe where the roadside merchant chant lull can't be ignored/ Swole little worker ants/ Germs in a slide slanted break stance: falling dance/ YOU SAID YOUR OWN DREAMS WERE BORING, YOU'RE WACK/ That's why I'm never f**in taking you back/ And you can stand there poutin, little b**h and swell/ An opera worth you to tell/ A copper wish in a well/ I wanna climb a blood fountain to hell!/ I wanna see my face from outside a building/ You in your closet pocket-dilding/ Cult cla** past mothership brothership/ snugglless body here, hug and kiss bu*ton-lips/ Chumps new front tooth chipped through the sunroof/ Make your son do kung fu run throughs, I got hoops to jump through at dawn in an army helmet/ And do sit-ups, crunch/ I'm flyin Hawaiian Punch/ Hovercraft cadillaccin satellites attack the back end/ Shock springer dream cogs printin out hot dogs/ cycbercillic thought logs/ s** tape an*log/ Screw the pooch/ Fatty Koo group groove/ yeah do the dog/ do the dog Paragraph sentenced to d**h/ I'm bout to flip the f**in script until it ain't none left/ I took Sarah to the dentist/ Just to make her each her watch and wallet/ Cantonese body language all over my clothes/ I took her to the laundromat: drop,spat/ bye/ splat I'm sorry i mistook you for spite i thought i might have to kick that a** i was like "Ah!" like in my head i was like "Ah baow baow jack stick stick stick dodge dodge dodge Eh chop chop ahhhhhhh, what the f**?" Then he come back come back with the right hook said, "ooh ooh ooh ooooh" AHHH sh*t!/ ...And i got these hoes shrieking/ resemble sheep bleets Yeah, Alia lookin right but i don't f** MCs/ And if one of em step to me: The ground found they knees/ I'll leave em layin undisclosed amounts of f**in feet deep/ Somebody lied to me/ and now my sweater's getting redder/ Blocks tied to feet/ and really nothing could be better/ What's worse than a hearse?/ this'll quench your thirst for leagues/ Pleased to breath bubbles mumblin melodies under the sea/ Yeah I'm the drunken master to your stumblin monk/ I'm not mechanically inclined but i can pop the trunk/ I'm talkin pop trunk double dunk dankbowl bank roll/ Crown turn to crowd so proud: "thank you,thank you!"/ I'm at the fun fair, swear it's an honor/ lookin Everett D Lundquist purple sunkist bomber/ jacket/ Hold the hair back and i'll attack it/ Shows: pack it/ I'm packin it in, punch!/ Twelve fourty five I slide in interrupt your lunch/ I'mma bring it to you live/ Tweaked frequency top tier/ and brakes rumble seconds from my new jungle, stop here/ I wanna make em wait/ velvet tape tailored shirt: hammers./ Stroll in late and watch the b**hes go bananas/ Papa Pancho Villa hiccups, stick-ups/ I'm Beto Quintanilla backstage/ I think I'm Danny " Titty motherf**in" Glover with rap rage so say somethin to me/ Say somethin to me, b**h