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Don't fool with his coolI turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crackShake a 5150 in shades and a fake 'stacheDirt bike made of 5 worse bikes, uphillTabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush killMaker bot, coin-op arcade punkTalkin' arcane science, dark age pulp4 eyes, carb face, Bar-Kays iron onPork rinds, orange-aid, jarred brains die aloneNo mulligans, crowbar his bird cageCold, colonize Mars on Earth dayAnd surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichorMessenger, better yet a vessel for a tetris scoreZilch, cowabunga, homies call me, "press ignore"Devastating energy exploding off his tesla coilFarm bated breath and temperamental tremorsThat taught him how to wave with ten percent of his fingersAnd I've never lost tic-tac-toe to a live chicken for the footageI'm off cam dyamite fishingThe diamondback rattles in his holy grailEvoke colony collapse via gross betrayal3 wolf moon shirt, 2 shoes, one sockWore the same hoodie everyday like MumraBadum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel fleshOut of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetra fishSongtexteWho stood by the conviction in his "we should be together less, forevermoreBefore we are the severed heads of civil war"Invasive radio ricochet off his silver foilTrash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoilQuickly, purveyors of the fine hi-jinxI know, this is why we can't have nice thingsI prefer to skip the pleasantriesFlip the diner table, dip in time for Final Jeopardy, no shitDon't fool with his coolMagpies, hoarders, and allied forcesWho lick zig-zags being dragged by horsesTranscribe stories in patterns of pins droppingSkinned boards and exaggerated limb-loppingSlow Mozart; no I've never heard of knockingMight've burst in on it's splits or skin poppingOpt out, sober on the eve of no saints dayLocate and aim for the token propane tank, bang!Followed from a pulling of hairTo a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spearIt spun a human resources issue to public affairReciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bearAnd ultimately unfulfillingConcurrently that rigid upper lip and grudge are cripplingThe wonder twins of bitchingArm chair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffinBut when I see your picture I draw dicks on itThe ozone breakaway tuxHold chicken wire ribs and paper mache gutsPipe cleaner mustache, rope hands, google eyesMacaroni gas face, no plan to humanizeYou are now rocking with the worstNothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seemsParanormal weather, mysteriously disappearing beesNot to mention the collateral delirium it breedsJeeze, forgive him any dicey pastHe's from a tiny town called "death's icy grasp"And he don't get out much, but when he do it's BeatlemaniaDo not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radiusToo charitable to offer any average joeSome real estate between the big mouth billy bass and jackelopeCozy in a moment of bliss, I'll snatch your food off your plateI'll snatch a goat off a bridge...no shitDon't fool with his cool Aus Songtexte Mania