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Jan 2017
Liquor got me so ****** I spilled it on the carpet
My brain is spinnin into emotional dissent like when Artax got ****** into the tar pits.
But still, the story never ends, it's always the same **** thing
And I can't even pretend that it's all okay when I'm flyin 90 around the bend,
Or when I wake up with a text that says "I love you" that I forgot to send.

M:
Love is oft forgot regardless,
Revokes your man card, man, and I'm man cardless
From being careless with my heart ****
But I'm not trying to start ****
I don't wanna whine about some **** ****
I wanna remix Black Eyed Peas so let's get regarded

P:
Let's get regarded in hah
Let's get regarded in here
My dearly departed got deported and then her name got smeared
Like a slam campaign celebrated with fine champagne
Except the partyt just got cut short by the conflicting two poles of my brain.
Much to my dismay this disdain grows.
Am I just really feeling this or actually insane? Who knows?
Callin "Doctor! Doctor! Give me the news!"
He says call Proctor and Gamble before your alimony money is due.

M:
Bro I just made a Proctor and Gamble joke ten minutes ago,
The coincidences are piling up g, makes me think of I Heart Huckabees,
That movie's got that ****** steez,
Coincidence or not I'm ****** lucky I can even breathe
Been smokin cigs since seventeen,
****** a couple beauty queens and probably did a bunch of **** that will come back to haunt me
But I don't flaunt these things, I'm gaunt, bruh, lean like Leland
Referenced Stephen King, bruh, Needful ****** Things, bruh.

P:
I don't need no ****** thing, I'm more of a minimalist.
I'm an Eveangelical Everything's Eventual imperialist.
I'm the second coming of the Reign of the Supermen, I'm not on the ****** Lyst,
And if you don't get what it is I just referenced
Then you better update your weekly comic subscription list. *****.

My life is benign like cyst, I mean,
Banal like a **** clenching a fist.
Yeah, yeah, we get it you're super tough and got a big ****, but here's a little twist,
I've got more facts than Oliver and last week was the last time that you'll ever bother her,
because tonight I ain't as week as you had previously thought of, bruh.
Within the next 5 minutes I'll have verbally knocked out all of your teeth
So no one can understand the **** that comes out your mouth.
I'll smack ya til you're slack jawed mumblin duuuhhh
Cubicle Kryptonite
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Cubicle Kryptonite  Chicago
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