“Ground floor, my fallen enemies, hosiery” – Lyrics

Bad 90s indie wonder wall,
keep it ranch but send it tall.
Cheetoh got it, brought his own rope (rope)
broke his collar dollar trope (trope)
fiat burger slime the wall, bottom secret misanthrope. 

They do the do and pray for few,
that nothing I knew was new or true,
echo in a rue, rhubarb stalk talk, 
reach and pop pop in the dark, balk. 
Found your god by galoob, tighty whitey hungry shark.

He got rub arrhythmia,
casing a raison d'être,
that make that (make that)
[chanted] po-tay-to.
multimodal (multimodal) 
chanting [make that] 
monitoring of eyeball organoids
[chanted] po-tay-to
implanted in mice reveal 
[chanted] po-tay-to
Wi-Fi eddystone skip that visual cortex
make that ruble and stay low, 
wearing chaps with no butts, 
paprikash and Goretex,
eyes in the dark, bite the tag,

[Repeat]
send the repo (send the repo)
send the repo.

But who has two potato, is lie, doe-si-doe.
One potato no potato, spirits fly Audi Quattro.
Criss-cross cheddar fries, you meet new boss.
Digitwin brutalism is the sauce.

Sideburns sliding down your face rudy dowry wino glide,
forget to love, lord above, no range, dead inside, dead inside

[Repeat]
high dollar ranch house downtown Petrograd,
noise trader in a pedalo VO,


keep that table long, keep them farts away
halitosis nanobots belched on the entrée,
Levodopa on the Gucci, crocodile
eat the big one, every mile
vore ort, deja mort on your dial,
Skip reform, people's court. 

judge wapner didn't know 
Scottie cannot tell 'em,
Dadaism whatchu need?
Bodega sus in your cerebellum?
Got a kind of embroidery in an ancient tome,
that gives scrum the APL that MCMC run.
But all you see is wizards that give dome,
and watch it all crumble (crumble)
eat a hot dog on a cagey bun (done)

All you stuff in one box, headed out the door,
but you forgot to walk the floor

9.8, almost perfect, got your G,
hated loser cyka bliyat
if you greedy kompromat got your CV

watch the game on a higher plane, 
seven minutes to reach that jet stream, 
we climb on up in a diatribe,
Catastrophic denial of the future vibe,
Get your dress, check your size, Cheetoh said.

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