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I got two left hooves
Two on test
Well
Since nobody's steppin' to me
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Huh huh
Take me to your local drug dealer
Yeah
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand
And deliver with your hand
On the trigger
An emotional terrorist
I double M U N E
Never make my enemy public
I'm a private dancer
Dancin' for money
Dance monkey dance you
Godd**n monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna dodo dododo do
Dance monkey dance you
Godd**n monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna dodo dododo do
Case one
Carries a paint gun
She's unafraid of wavin
When she's gettin' her face done
Her favorite radio station's a
Permanent paid vacation
Burnin' her face in the sun
She loves repetitive songs
That keep playin'
You know the repetitive songs
That keep playin'
She learned all the words
And she works it baby
Dangerously
Catchy
And she feels it in her cervix lately
'Cause the rhythm is a cancer
She's on a secret diet
A private viewing
Disease free tv pilot
She saw the future in a group study
They threw money in her pants
Dddddoo
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna dodo dododo do
Dance monkey
Dance you godd**n monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna
Don't live for the moment
Live for the constant
Die for what's right
Or get killed by your conscience
There's a difference between
Conscience conscious
And conscientious
Contrary to popular belief
You're none of these
There's plenty to feed
Empty mouths've been nest bound
And kept down
And apes won't be bangin
On the chest pound
When pacemakers are fragile
They thate the taste of capsules
They feed their face with paxil
Females hate their dads still
Holy son's got mommy
Issues on deck at the podium
Holdin' tongues with the rituals
More complex than napoleon
I told'em
It isn't his job
To live in a fog
I don't have a god complex
You've got a simple god
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
C'mon
Take me to your local drug dealer
C'mon man
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand
And deliver with your hand
On the trigger
And a can of miller
In the other
You can't kill me motherf**ker
F**ker
I got our number
You best disconnect before I call it
The bumper sticker
On your forehead's the wrong fit
When the bomb hits
What music will you look to for shelter
When the bomb hits
What music will you look to for shelter
When the bomb hits
What music will you look to for shelter
Not that mine'll help ya
Dance
You can't kill me motherf**ker
Motherf**ker
Motherf**ker