[01] -You Will Be a Hot Dancer-

Damn, this situation's new to me, why? I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd like to have a little encouragement from the opposite side of the floor
yessssssss
Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself, steal his clothes,leave him his shoes, let's get this marmaduke naked!
Everybody help make him feel at ease, let's get this marmaduke naked
So lose your head and go to pieces

Don't you make fun of me (x2)
I'm gonna be, gonna be,
I'm gonna be a hot dancer!

Oohh... now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves, BUT- keep an eye out for the next complication. In other words,grab the next motherfucker marmaduke who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations.
I can't wait until the syllables bend. Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke naked-

So lose your head and go to pieces
Don't you make fun of me (x2)
I'm gonna be, gonna be,
I'm gonna be a hot dancer




[02] -Shaft-

Who am I? I am I. Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Shaft
Who are you? You are me. Shaft Shaft Shaft Shaft
I'll get a new one, then. I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again. I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again

Shaft
Why can't I get it straight? No
Shaft
Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft
We can't let you, We can't let you go.
(repeat)

Shaft

Shut the Fuck UP... Shafffft.

Up until this day, I look around, I tell myself I'll live again
Shaft
where's Lorena when we need her?





[03] -Trouble in 421-

The evening began as a positive swaret and my abode was 420 g.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment there'd be trouble on the brew for me
Ubiquitous I wish I could be because the clock cuts short my own day
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass upon the cushion that supports my array

Can this be? Trouble! So if I may, slip you a tip. You'd best stay away from 4-2-1. Trouble! So get high the green way. So get by the green way. .yes

I knocked upon their door in hopes of bidding them their welcome and instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00 it was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me and shined their light between my eyes.
He said "What are ya new? Why are you here? What's the catch? Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin around?"
I wish I could've just kept to my own. My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent
I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside so that my mind could sit and delude my pride

Can this be? Trouble! So if I may, slip you a tip. You'd best stay away from 4-2-1. Trouble! So get high the green way. So get by the green way. .yes

I beg my common sense to keep my neighbor out away from my front door until i find a way to hide myself from those in 4-2-1 (repeated).





[04] -Take Me to Your Leader-

What if your brain unexpectedly and suddenly picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently?
What if blue sky all of a sudden turned a purple hue?
We would shit a brick the size of all of it- what if?

What if I was just daydreaming?
What if I lived in a pear?
What if my watch read four dot two oh every hour of every day?
You can bet your dollar I'd be happy

I forgot to remember... I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy

What if mothballs, hanging around too close to microwaves suddenly woke up and said "Take me to your leader or die by fly guy He'll push you out, no wings attached"
Just do as I say, no mistake, you're gonna die.

What if I was daydreaming?
What if I lived in a pear?
What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty?

What if this, what if that-----
Go!

I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy

I forgot to remember my PAIN! the PAIN.
Forgot to inject my COCAINE
Forgot to apply my ROGAINE
Forgot to remember my PAIN (repeat)

I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane
I think I like being way the fuck out of my brain

I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy





[05] -Medium-

Medium, medium. Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew
I think about the amount of the sweet I'd like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four. No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.

Not too bitter, not too sweet (Medium). Just enough to serve my feet(?) (Medium)
Not too bitter, not too sweet (Medium). Just enough to serve my feet(?) (Medium)

Dinner time just rolls around, and I think I crave a steak but, I'm not too partial to the meat, when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony, and just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.

Not too tender, not too tough (Medium) Not too little, just enough (Medium)
Not too tender, not too tough (Medium) Not too little, just enough (Medium).
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.

Wensday morning and I smell the pits but hate to think their that bad I could've sworn a bit last week and scrubbed like it could last
I like to stink just a little bit, just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think, that you smell like a rose.

Not too pleasant, not too bad (Medium) Just enough to hold my tap(?) (Medium)
Not too pleasant, not too bad (Medium) Just enough to hold my tap(?) (Medium)
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.





[06] -Speak Free-

You took our lives away to help increase your self esteem.
You're underneath in the public eye. You're dubbed insane if and when you try to speak your mind in your own way
Ignore the past and speak free

You smashed glass eyes just to say it all is all that I need.

You're underneath in the public eye. You're dubbed insane if and when you try to speak your mind in your own way
Ignore the past and speak free

What you see is a reflection of my choice and what it means to me
Trapped in your cell. A mindless plot against your own eyes to simplify your hell

I need to contemplate, then hyperventilate, turning the thoughts in my head (?)





[07] -The Answer-

Step outside the bounds and take a big look at the times we live in.
Who appointed you?
You're just an avid image on my screen.
So take your bias point of view away from my organic institution, and now we dare to think for ourselves.

The answer's waiting. Look into your mind and try. The answer's clear as day open your eyes. Now kill me.

You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives, so, in a sense you bit the hand that feeds us just to kill your prophet now.
And with the coming generation at the torn seems this is what you call progress, and I call it shame.

The answer's waiting. Look into your mind and try. The answer's clear as day open your eyes. Now kill me.

What his law says. (repeat x2). What his law says may not be the stepping stone for you!

You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives (repeat).
The answer's waiting. Look into your mind and try. The answer's clear as day open your eyes. Now kill me.





[08] -Psychopsilocybin-

Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker. Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker.
He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power, half-naked and full witted, and two weeks less a shower.

Philosophic, muthafucker.
Psychopsilocybin

You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass!
One for me, one for you. Two for me, one for you. Three for me, one for you.
End of the sack, now the fungi's they are bloom.

Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker. Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker.
He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power, half-naked and full witted, and two weeks less a shower.

He's a Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker.





[09] -Sink Beneath The Line-

Solstice sun it sank beneath the line and the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, or so the story goes.
I guess she followed along so she could watch their games.

Sink beneath the line little girl. Peak above the shrine them commoners were.

Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine and the crawlers emerged... multitudious.
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat. That's when she felt the squirms.

Sink beneath the line little girl. Peak above the shrine them commoners were.
My underpants

All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd. I could've told her she was welcome here, anyway.
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside and then she sat upon a bughill.
This was when things started to get rough. An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs and her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right.
They were biting her beneath the line. She was a sitting on atop their shrine. I wish I could've warned her.

Sink beneath the line little girl. Peak above the shrine.

(She should've worn underpants there's bugs crawling everywhere and shit, I can't believe it.)





[10] -Hilikus-

About a hundred years ago now I thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my a picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend.
So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it taught me this from that and a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus.

History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it
go
You've got to be, so good to be, you've got to be Hilikus.

So I took a walk out side with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe.
I figured I'd find another with the same attitude, yes then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself!
The doors are swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do with my new found friend, the Hilikus.

History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it
go
You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be Hilikus.