Faulty

Full frontal nudity, mild and tasteful
Though I like it wild 'n' wasteful
But you still taste good

This I hold true to me
Unwarranted violence disgraceful
Caked on a face-full of whatever the stylist recommended and paid in full

Yes, we the leaches are thrilled at the margins we can finally harvest now that Exxon Was acquitted of bribery charges
Ethical or not
Top rated answer be from those who fly the farthest
Step over the carcasses
Be still my heart

I'm a rap antagonist, Pigma Dengar
Playing solitaire till dawn
Deck of 51, nifty, son
Signals sent far into the wasteland
See if anyone down for a best of one
Radio static
Fucking rap asthmatics
Chewing down fingernails encouraging they bad habits
Like nah, it's really good
You should keep the several dozen tracks of backing vocals, maybe go on over and
Have a chat with the local yokels
They'll tell you a thing or two 'bout which lyrical things you can do to get yourself up There smokin' wit the moguls

Skinny legs and all
Skinny legs and all
If I kick this beat out from underneath me, who you think gonna take the fall

Skinny legs and all, it's those, uh
Skinny legs and all
If I kick this beat out from underneath me, who you think gonna be the one to take the Fall on that uh
(Beat fucked up a little there but seriously, my balance is just too good
It's tremendous)

Skinny legs and all
Skinny legs and all
Legends spoke of a savior poet with a wrist of cortisol

Skinny legs and all
Skinny legs and all
Legends spoke of a savior poet with a wrist of cortisol

Chose the String at my first, second, and third birth ceremony
Maybe worse off on serotonin, but being older than the book of Job has its moments
This time around figured I was to be a poet
Held the bag from the ground to the green to the golden



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Writer(s): Uncle Sun
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