Leisure

Lyrics

[Intro: milo] We in Steel Tipped Dove's dojo The mic— The mic is hot Scallops Hotel is the building Four walls and a ceiling No matter the— uh No matter the— uh No matter the— uh [Verse: milo] Opened a roller derby in Scholomance Since we living in Hell, might as well do the Shmoney Dance Hold my train, I can't simply be the Running Man I mean, I'm in the running, man Foil decoy, Leonard Nimoy in scorching sands Billy Shatners, silly bastards usurped upon their own shores I prefer leisure to my house chores, but I like to drink from clean cups Life is mean, it sucks I mush my face in the tension like a newly-cleaned rug Do you think a bazooka is a gun? Or a tablet writ poem? The modem is totem pole, wrote this rap post-coitus, cuddle-roll [Coda: milo] Muggle befuddle what he doesn't know And can you blame him? And can you blame him? Muggle befuddle what he doesn't know And can you blame him? Can you blame him? I'll leave him in the dark regardless Muggle befuddle what he doesn't know Rely on that, rely on that Scallops Hotel is the— Yeah