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Oliver Hart
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Motormouth's Anonymous
So I says to the guy 'Hey, I'm writing a screenplay'
But Pavlov did (?) with an unconditioned stimulus for a reason
And whoever murdered prophecy can expect a prize to leave
And at the exact same time in a totally different album no stickier than this one came the life of a salesman
With (?)
Dammit what word rhymes with (?)
Hey uh... can I borrow one of those cigarettes?
I don't know, I don't smoke
Everyone I know is hollow
So what am I to do
I can't follow their footsteps
If I wanna see tomorrow
I keep my chin even with the sun of the evening so I don't succumb to the sorrow
Scarred and hardened is my heart of charcoal
The garden of (?) to harness equates that of a car load
Borrow me five dollars for the art show
I'll pay you back the day I sell my gargoyle
Hard boil my eggs with a side of cardboard (?)
Carve my name in the barn to alarm all the farm folk
My ego problem's just a parcel
Vertically I cruise currently enthused to surgically remove my barcode
Momma's little boy seems to have some awful bizarre goals
He's not moving 'til the fungus in his jar grows
He's got a hair on his arm for every dark throne
Hoping the bridge he built of gasoline-soaked yarn holds for
The followers
The deputies and the marshals and especially
The MCs who haven't yet had their card pulled
I roam the streets with a necklace made of sharp skulls
And a tooth in the ground that's how I leave my mark
Don't…
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(distorted talking with 'so whats really goin on?' being repeated)
... you think American Beauty was way better than Fight Club?
I mean did Einstein predict quantum mechanics?
I used to always talk shit about MCs
But then I realized
I gotta grow up one day you see
Now I'm more civilized
But, that is why you pitiful guys didn't die when victimized
Cause I still got a (?) his demise
Plus scripts from a bitter sky
What's this from is it my karma?
The snake eats its tail
Wake me up fail to break free from jail
Flaky and stale's my armor
18 and frail as cardboard
It's a hard chore escaping from hell
Pardon me for my language your honor
But lately I feel anguished conquering my inner power
A martyr racing a snail a yard or so behind
I'm wandering through the forest like a poor little coward
How were the head games that you experienced?
I nearly pissed my pants as I missed my chance to be
Seriously advanced
Spiritually enhanced
I'd watch the flame flicker and dance but I can't my man I got plans
I stand strong with my hand on the mic
Tryna freestyle the answers to life
Cause uh, you know I consider myself a pretty good freestyler
Yeah I like the sound of that
So what happens next?
What's really going on? (repeated with some other dialogue in the background)
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