Host by Qwel
Host lyrics
HOST
Narrative about a schizophrenic on the red line watchin
his own reflection
Rubber Duckie rains (reigns), mangled drum drops that
drips taps
Call it what it is, or call it what it ain�t - that
simple(?)
Hat cymbals (symbols) crash to fascinate assholes to
mask the mad simple
Crippled asshole with a magic bag of dimples for your
cancer
Rubber Duckie laughing answers out, well why you
hackin� riddles?
That sunset there looks just like a painting, ask a
black widow
She�ll tell you that we made it, but she taped it to
your back window
The pasty cream of cynisdom, inner wisdom tastes like
being abstract
I think thee protest too much (�No I�m not, no I�m
not�) but it�s just a hint though
A GLIMPSE OF A JOKE ABOUT A BROKEN BRITTLE SOLDIER
SWOLLEN SINGED THROAT
With hopes and dreams but fell asleep in a heap of
insults (Awww�)
The bride of free speech fucked her brother the Rubber
Duckie grins so�.
I�m leavin� it up to you signed the un-wackest with 6
thumbs
It�s like I must be bitin� both of us that spit dope
The illest period (.) Nope. Etcetera dot dot quote
(..�)
Shit on your inner wicked stepsister and her knock
knock jokes
Rip your little Osh Kosh style and hotbox the hemp rope
Those that don�t teach question mark (?) Dot end quote
(.�)
Rubber Duckie rains coats to dead man in mosquito piss
puddle
What you lookin� at? Your reflection�s up here, but
it�s subtle
Your thoughts see it best dark in artificially lit
tunnels
At least part of us writes, grip the Duckie tight with
white knuckles
But the way I dance with us, glancin� up at frightened
chuckles
He ain�t nobody, but my twin will rock the mic just
like I�m quite humble
The funnel spiders and black widows spin nets in case I
stumble
Before I find my spot, to finally get it off my chest
Who the fuck I am and not why I�m not
Rubber Duckie�s got glue boots and one trick(horse
hooves)
Your moon is made of cheese, man, shake believe until
the sun skips
He�s glad you think about him when you write and all
But after all is said and done, you learned I love you
Then we can all
Peep the drum drip taps
Amongst your sunlit scraps
And Turrets
Um um
Boasting in the post script
How the oceans got froze
No shit
Who voted
I musta missed the meeting again I suppose
Supposed
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