Aggravated Assault Lyrics

(I) push the envelope, rain, sleet, hail, snow:
(just) be warned by my stamp on these words that I
(want) the true definition of going postal addressed,
(you) no longer a priority to what's in first class,
(all) express consent to security checks tracked
(to) destinations final beyond motion pictures
. Eviction
(notice)- you haul ass from this discussion, cause beefin' with
(me)? I'll vegan your disagreements with a big girl
(and) squash you into infinite sadness as the
(people) look upon your melon collied...ha, don't make me get
(to) smashing that pumpkin
. Yeah, in order to even try to
(see) me, you better save face to even afford to buy nocular.
(That) ain't even fair, but what's a circus to my amusement that's parked
(somewhere) between reality and fiction. Deep calleth unto
(deep), my psalm (like my palms) go for more than 2 once the 7th man's
(down), scrimmage biblical against the illegal formations...
man,
(there's) the neighborhood for ya, gone but not forgotten. Take
(a) pint of interest to Pinterest how much you'd want my pen to rest,
(decent) at best but stick to non-fellatin' hoes: or, try to suck less
. I'm
(human) only in the physical
, plot far beyond Salem's Lot but that's like
(being) a sigh among the fie...no fee could my foes pay
(in) hopes that I fum a tune for their pleasure,
(me) so bad I've stalked Jack while searching what's left of my bean
...
It just can't be found...
(so) I'm left to map my quest in an attempt to gain perspective & sight,
(the) navigation giving me direction, the actor defying authority
. No
(reason) for the season, paganistic celebrations are what
(you've) come to enjoy, apathetic to a pathetic excuse that's
(been) excused in spite of the obvious waste. It's true that
(seeing) is believing...why else do the blind Braille me?
Riddle me
(this): why do so many queens spend their time searching for a king like
(me) in clubs, but wind up getting their hearts jacked by jokers...?
(Is) an ace like myself supposed to have the rest of my fraternity carded
(cause) you were thrown deuces in your quest for diamonds...? Dig
(this), as I'm not digging graves but calling a spade a spade, as
(is) customary when choosing not to fold against the hand that's dealt...
(me), yeah, I'm not playing with a full deck, but while then is no longer
(now)
...I'll still get a pickup once I hit 52. Label me as
(the) metaphor in your left ear, trying to become the lyric of
(recent) pop history that has consumed your right
. No
(dude), homey, nigga, cuz, mans...nobody can claim
(who's) to blame for these words
, apost(le) f(r)ee perfect in
(being) imperfect.
So, yeah, I don't give a fuck, but why waste
(this) line about my virgin attitude? It's true that I'm
(mean), but I don't hurt feelings: I just make souls commit suicide
.

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