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in a cold ass fashion
Fly like the eagle Fly like the eagle Fly Squeegee Ah, you got it When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe You get whipflash under the bridge Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me Clean my boots and i'm still feelin' homeless Your brother is deader than a phone machine With a bucket of green piss And i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town Do me a favor, don't stick around 'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown Let's be doin' it right Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the people don't breathe Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Steppin' in the beefsteak Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the mayonnaise comes Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Black twinkie Gettin' all caught up in a taste test An' it all basically tastes like crap I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin I can pick my own nose and put it back in I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ I got options, i got cop shows, i get nauseous And the sweat is day-glo Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain Gettin' sappy in the back of a train Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase And your mouth, it smells like hair gel I love you but you don't know how to spell Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial O.g. -- original glue-sniffer Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the people don't breathe Comin' down in a cold ass fashion As you're biting my sandwich Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Smear me sauce ? Comin' down in a cold ass fashion ? donut ? Uh, wait... Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16] [the following four lines are spoken at various times over the Above:] Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, i just took some acid (?) [backwards:] [???] up your ass [backwards:] [???] hot dog It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce Smeared across your boss You know what i'm sayin'? You dunno when it's comin' You know, it's like forty-five horses Runnin' through the graveyard In yellow panties That is cold fashion