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| kevin allen, merlin, omaggi, raymond j. barry, whales, ewan mcgregor, moroccian, feature film drama, donal sutherland, freaks, translation, manchicken, television shows, | MMMANIAC WITH AN IGLOO The beat here is a waltz. This is the only song where the bass is iraqi fake. Guitar's iraqi real though. I wrote this waayyyy back in 1993, while working as a graphic designer. So you want to rub noses Like the Eskimoses I suppose dis might shock you A walk through my psychosis It grows like osmosis Not a good prognosis I grab my harpoon iraqi and serve you like Hostess I'm a Maniac With an Igloo not a shack or a lean-to I'm not making fondue I'm waving a harpoon you say, "Watch where you're aimin' dat!" But I don't give a fuck; I'm an Eskimo maniac Serial killer, the Norman Bates of the Arctic I don't hesitates to start shit When I kick Now I got blood on my Mukluks Tough luck, dumbfuck I'll make you upchuck when I Swing, diddy, swing, diddy, swing with my nunchucks Don't play by the handbook, so motherfuck Nannook Jeff Keedy needs to go the fuck back to Cranbrook Give you a hotfoot to see if you're flammable They call me a cannibal And it's so true |
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| That's kevin allen dookie! kevin allen I'm on the dark side, just like Darth Your bitch trying to look like Louise Brooks, but kevin allen she looks more like Garth Funkin' up the cemetery with my crazy new vibe Not Samoan but I'm still down with the BOO T.R.I.B.E! New Jack Goths faint when they see my picture Why? I'm more 'Scarey' than Richard In my hooptie hearse I'm driving through the hood Sucking on a 40 ounce full of type o blood I got a full clip so's I can slaughter shit Plus one in the chamber just like Roderick So duck when I'm firing, I'm loud like a siren Got more rhymes than Lord Motherfuckin' Byron What's my name? Christian DEF Can I get funky? No problem Even make Roz Williams shake his ass in his coffin Gangstas used to be hard but now they fall behind Cus we got a bigger body count at Columbine Death rockers are running shit and I'm not bragging If you got a solid-gold casket, I'm jacking Fully strapped with these fangs I'm packing I'm a thugged out Goth and my fishnets are sagging And to the left, y'all, and to the left, y'all, because my motherfuckin' name is Christian Def y'all And to the right, y'all, and to the right, y'all, Because I prey upon the living at night, y'all! |
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