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Don't stop looking like a physical Picasso when you drag your impotence on the street
Don't drop all that cynical bravado you need all that self-defense just to breathe
Botox, angel hair, candy at the county fair, I got much bigger mackerel to fry
Faux-hawk, Grizzly Bear, leave it on the easy chair, I thought you left your laundry to dry?
Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons
Everybody look on the blank avenue, go past 'em
Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons
Everybody look from Cortelyou to Classon
Mount up, careful though, there's 7-9 Apache and they wanna hang the Colonel himself
If you ladyboys don't get off my Iraqis I'm gonna raid your sandbox myself
No chance, no love, not the kind you're thinking of, I met my Vanna White now she's gone
Rust Belt, Bible Belt, hope that all your cities melt, I'll never take a piss on your lawn
Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons...
Don't stop looking like a physical Picasso when you drag your impotence on the street
Don't drop all that cynical bravado you need all that self-defense just to breathe
Shell-shock, comatose, vacation in Barbados, you right-wing, shiftless shits on the fly
But if your Tea Party come anywhere near my city I'll sick the Socialists on your sty
Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons...