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Once again it's the cancerous Lazarus
Consuming hazardous waste
Spitting toxically into the cavernous space
That lies behind your face
You got no mind to erase
I got nothing but time to deface
Your jewel case gets cracked
And tossed into the dumpster behind my apartment
And I ain't even trying to start shit
I fall asleep when you rap
Oh snap guess what I saw
A dirty white bastard undoing your girl's bra
I hurl a running circular saw at your gut
Because sometimes I feel like a nut
Cut the vocal chords of an industry slut
Getting butt fucked for what
A bag of cheeseburgers and a credit card
Welcome to America dick
So I'm preparing you quick
Because dinner's in a minute
Catch a duck then I skin it
Wash it down with a Guinness
Think I'm sharing you're sick

No longer putting up with this crap
I done snapped
Filling Jesus's cup at last sup with this rap
I know my cuts cut close to the bone
That's why I'm posted alone
Out having beers when I'm supposed to be home
I put it up and it was nothing but net
Left you dripping with sweat
C-Write productions are as live as it gets
And your boy Cool's no slouch with a pen
Fake friend
O-H Ten
Ten W-A
We at it again

I kind of wish I cared about what your were saying
Constantly caught up in your little drama
Bobbing and swaying
Like a leaky lifeboat way out in the Pacific
Yeah you spray lots of shit
But I wouldn't call having diarrhea prolific
It's the intrinsic nature of an idiot to hate you
Criticize and rate you
But they cannot deflate you
So state your damn intentions
Before you show me your ineptitude by waffling
Unless you want to be a blood offering
Gobbling up a stream of jet black semen
Coming out the dicks of a dozen demons in hell
Go ahead you might as well start screaming
Because you're dreaming if you think you're leaving
I'm retrieving your soul for dinner
Because I like the way it smells
So keep shelling out the bucks
For oil and other products
And keep raping the young
We always knew you gave a fuck
Put an X on the box to bail out BP and JP
We the fucking people stay committed to suck

No longer putting up with this crap
I done snapped
Filling Jesus's cup at last sup with this rap
I know my cuts cut close to the bone
That's why I'm posted alone
Out having beers when I'm supposed to be home
I put it up and it was nothing but net
Left you dripping with sweat
C-Write productions are as live as it gets
And your boy Cool's no slouch with a pen
Fake friend
O-H Ten
Ten W-A
We at it again

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from Coolzey and the Search for the Hip Hop Hearts, released April 5, 2011
Coolzey - Vocals
Copywrite - Music

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Coolzey Fairfield, Iowa

Golden era hip-hop roots planted in black Iowa dirt are the foundation. Growth tempered by alternative era rock influence. This along with a love for the juxtaposition of the dark, horrific nature of life paired with a slapstick and comedic view of the world allow for a wide, unpredictable arsenal ranging from soul-spilling indie bedroom rock to wise-cracking battle rap and on to radio pop. ... more

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