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Wretch - head full of nicotine Vibe [?] dealer with the tip receipt Hot skipper liquor sticks ravine Sprayed with the Raid and the Listerine Clean - now he got his beers he's liable To hang out of the car with the piercing rifle Pet peeves and the bleeding Bibles Let 'em stick two nickles on your ears and eyeholes Cup - with the tartar chase Bark with the varmints in the marketplace For some it's alarming, to the guard it's cake So to me and Bedelia, this is Father's Day Spikes with the mice and the worms and snakebit digit Can you dig it and unearth the aphids? Riding dirty with the clutch complaining like "Pour some sugar on this dusty Danish!" Seek, destroy my arm muscle Quote the wonderboy "Keep the pinetar subtle" Cover bolt in the fold of the eyeball buckle Streaks on the beak of the sidecar... What'll It be when the cook got disease in diners that are filled with the illness of the tea in China Cold in this mold on the seat beside ya with a rolled up both[?] as a brief reminder Bitch, you gotta beef with his key components? Get buried at the beach with the quay patrolmen Get your geese, tell a teach when a demon's spoken Sleep in ya Jeep, get ya sneakers stolen Art from the Mother of Invention harbors Ill will under my electric parka You can jet with the set and the pension, partner But you know I'm still coming to get you, Barbara! It's Rob Sonic It's Rob Sonic It's Rob Sonic It's Rob Sonic New Eden, the screams lap each other Free kitty the city stab the stubborn Train signal tricking these track-huggers Got a letter for the government? E-Fax the fuckers Pass the butter or have it your own way, ho[?]... Sup? Watering pot and a gold chainsaw Feed the fever the fact that he go stray dog The over/under, son, or get clapped in his cocaine loft Sport, you bore me with flash burners See that you're a winner or spin in your back stirrups When it's gassed hit a bog And you're starting to act nervous Walking for the wizard who's giving these cats courage Cold pack against his eyelid shiner Ball broke beast leave a dime and fiver 211 on the ANT with the manic minors With the Elvis plate, yellow tape, and Danzig lighters See, the difference is not chance Tears, sweat, and blood, and the son of the cult rock fan Skull and bone and hourly room rocks Met her at the beach [??] Leaped out of the blue SWAT van At my door is the crazy lady Says she like what she's hearing But my neighbors hate me Could I turn it up until they're raising Hades And then later play some Prince for the 80's babies? Heard you got it cheap but your hands are broken And you Got taxed twice for the standard postage On a glass figurine made of tanker tokens Sleep in your sneaks get your Wranglers stolen Horse for the cattle that my posse killed slow Tin star plastered to my sloppy silk robe Boarding up the doors Check the locks and windows 'Cause I'm clearly not a zombie But they shot me still, bro... It's Rob Sonic It's Rob Sonic It's Rob Sonic It's Rob Sonic