The Official Random Thought Thread
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Dope track.
El-P's the winner, though.
Straight shots of the sterno,
Wick stuck and the bottle empty,
Three blocks to the target, we light it and lob it hard at centry,
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry,
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me,
Six o'clock we meet up and divi the shells among the youngins,
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like its fuckin' London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumpin,
Now goverment issue nines are pointed where your blood is pumped in,
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces,
El'll vent on you harder than fukashima breezes,
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason,
Youll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons,
With inverted thirty ones and other unlucky omens,
Thats why I chugg seven and sevens's till im fuckin homeless,
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up,
I spit another sixteen and prove to the world I fuckin own it.
