Marmaduke - Headband lyrics

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Marmaduke - Headband lyrics

[Verse 1] Stanley Crouch Run 'em out of town, Ray Handley, armchair quarterback Scored on the couch, slouched off sour dumb out Dexter Manley Took the words out my mouth; purple diesel, cotton candy Burning Down The House New Wave Max B acapellas over shoegaze Well played, all I can say is touche Blue Dream, Yellowcake, Black Haze Pen game equivalent to Thomas Paine Pen name the ambievalent Mark Twain Intelligent Gucci Mane Scholarship student, financial aid reduction made 3.5 the ideal unit Face disguised, '72 Olympics in Munich Baader Meinhof Complex, she likes it rough, slightly abusive But taken in context, you playing the tune, she's behind the music Records is Ruthless Dave Checketts, I left MSG toothless Told the croupier, check it, I ain't stupid Universal Music Group waitin' on Wayne to go acoustic Kids meals, yalls chairs is boosted f** a flip, I told my whiteboy, just loop it. [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2] Application folded. Take position and hold it Dig a hole when the grounds at it coldest 100 dead Bolsheviks in a pit, froze stiff Glaciers of ice, alaskan fish, deadliest catch, type to stowaway on slave ships Crustaceans in Barrels Negroes in a slum The cattle get funnelled to the barrel of a gun Did his time like Papillon, came out squinting at the sun, winking at the nun Life like a remake of The Harder They Come I want mine here, now, tonight! Corner the market, name your price He's ripping me off but the sh** is flight Workers of the World unite for that extra vacation day, 6% pay hike Don't bother to ask, you know he hatin' Eating bacon in the middle of The Great Satan, piously pagan Memory loss, call me Reagan I'll call you Al Free enterprise is why we standing here, I don't need another pal Tryin' to get me up in the hoosegow, off that such and such H.R. Pufnstuf Familiar voice in your head telling you to just give up Charged off that Cali Marion bu*ts Useless aggression like a cruise missile hitting a mud hut Villagers stuck, between that proverbial If they ain't k** you, then this side'll prolly murder you