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dead uncles

by MC Fall

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1.
i got that dirty dish dick i work a hand-job for an hourly wage produce the revenue now tell me who is getting played my hands all cut up my finger is all pussed out but i aint fingering a bitch i catch you lingering with tricks dish pit, dick wet cut my self on a broken soup bowl partially eaten parsley clogs the drain so i pick it out, dang lotta cooks take lines to the brain ease the pain i dont put things up my nose find it unfashionable but i might pop a couple if im feeling bashful she's bleeding bad now better wrap it up that was a clever play on words or something fuck it let the brown water fall down it a super nice sixteen is how emcee fall sounded fuck emcee fall tho call me litte aqualung im the flute that jethro tull sung about im the fruit of god yeah, she ate my core i am that dude and im making more hip hop tunes for you to listen to i aint even rhyming im just being habitual because death by fire is far from ideal the health i acquire from the grease that i steal the self is for hire i heard you need people im real and im young and i rap and im cool, suck my dick lisa pissed her pants at playtime it rained today so recess was inside lisa was cool tho she was voluptious she day, make my she say hi when i get on the bus we whisper words and we cuss then i pushed a crayon right up krissy's puss but i didnt tell lisa i fear a fall out dont want to see no tears fall out her eyelids we shared a bond in our love for a song by the stone temple pilots we always sing it on the bus but now she peed her pants and it makes this dude look sus i aint even playing much that piss will dry and turn right to crust girls - dont get caught with crusty panties the world is the place where this all must be happening we're on a spinning rock not giving a fuck three years later i'd be singing the boys are back in town on that stationary truck monkey bars but - we never really left grand theft of my soul camels crawling through carpet like arabian nights whos punching a clock and afraid of a fight i talk to a microphone life left uncle mike alone same it did to richard i tell it in different styled flows i try to make my family richer its all i got to do emcee fall aint bout to do nothing but stay true and what is true anything that aint and anything that aint not i might be finite so at night, i thank God yeah im making things happen within imaginary scenarios your step uncle is cheating on your aunt with my friends cousin and hes bumping emcee fall out his home stereo piss off and leave me alone i dont want to talk to another clone fuck your small talk its making me uncomfortable i want it all, plus a convertible plus a bag of chicks complete with open legs i give them my seed and then they lay golden eggs could fall be the father of man no, fall just got delusions of grandeur shoulda been a cowboy smoking weed, listening to creed i used to play bass for michelle branch got old and retired like neil young on a ranch but in my defense, i bought a sweet pair of pants that draw the ladies eyes to my crotch the operation smooth, no emcee fall never botch flannels all up on my corpus like a lady in tights the mammals that support us getting paid when we fight im losing train of thought so ima call it a night and have another weird dream and another weird day man, im mainly alright just know that emcee fall is out for the lots leave you like jerry lundegard what the heck do you mean often times, when on the scene, i say sixteens that rupture spleens dirty dish dick
2.
TV 03:07
dont put my face in the paper i dont want to be forever and we wont ever die unless i get shot he lived in the backyard and also basement adjacent to the placement of our future dead dog out of his stomach came a kernel of corn up in that closet i found a big box of porn we're talking 80s penthouses big hair 'tween legs they posed and bent down and it poked out like a bear among trees the sun shined on and it flashed and the camera man was god shout out my ex uncle in laws, kelly and todd your bitch is like a skunk man shes smelly and odd now the people in the box are square dancing that means im watching tv that means im watching cmt oh shit we're watching nascar now oh shit jeff gordon just took the pole position at bristol but rusty wallace about to win that shit he finna come through like fuck you dude studied under sun tzu enter gravikord dirty drums hear them creeping up the stairs different folks talk in rhythm words, precision lasers i saw them on the tv they played basketball too i could smell hip hop before i ever arranged now we're watching mtv mommy said no no that shit is weird and mad played out, she said so turn it off alright mr. dress up canadian televisionist spent arabian nights with his mistress he had a foot fetish the bitch's feet was so big that she took a misstep (x2) i hiccuped and mismatched an outfit and started a hipster trend dad put new siding up at uncle jerrys ford got run over by a chevy that was driven by larry he was drunker than my uncles my sister cried and i was salty new episode of american pickers tonight i got to take my mind up off this bullshit im watching tv and you could never know me because im the M.C.F.A.L.L. mark ass tricks get telled super sixteens that gonna put you in a spell go to hell im already there relaxing in my chair jerking off on myself stroking my beautiful hair with a universal remote in my hand im watching cable.
3.
Dead Uncles 05:12
4.
theyre talking im not hearing them and im a factory pouring smoke out of my throat i poison self and its delirium got emcees coming after me lay them out laterally, literally jittery and scatter brained matter fact, im entertained cuz the glass aint half full and the glass aint half empty the glass is absurd as a word in the dictionary you ass, shit a turd that last line referred to the past time preferred cuz i still dont know what i mean and i interpret with intent but my mind just gets all bent and the language is obscure i hope you are so pure but i cant trust that you are real so i just use you as a mirror and tell lies to myself what are you programmed to do aint evolved since grammar school i recollect, i disconnect because i am just oh so cool my dead uncles are dead i wonder where they are start at 'lucky man' by emerson, lake and palmer and then go really far all my friends are fiends all my fam is fiends i rhyme like famine feeds habitual individuals oh, so youre a person you sound just like the wind youre bound within your skin you found a mission statement so the situation worsens youre as loud as your kin im around so you can vent youre shouting something blatant let me hear about the God you worship let me hear about the job youre workin your a tear jerker and an anti hero full circle, fuckin cheerio mundane as your brain go pretend youre a machine express yourself til they know what you mean all of my friends are fiends.
5.
O, the lack of loot! woe is he who lacks it broke wallet stretched thin, gymnastic like elastic waist magnets so i waste not a second i taste a funky mushroom i watched this wild movie it was called i cant tell you i cant sell you shit if i never drop an album seldom was a cloud now thunder every day i blunderbussed your cousin over somethin last may and this is what she say: 'emcee fall is a trick tho' i never was no b-boy i stayed still like a decoy but you know that im bad my daddys middle name is leroy a blade could get pulled and a bitch could give me all of their money O, the lack of loot! give me all of your money im a stagnant pool of water chillin and flowin but only a little bit love the dirty smell of my mommys cigarettes also love the smell of gasoline good thing i only picked up one nasty habit bill clinton and a bitch could give me all of their money bill clinton bill clinton

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recorded in muskegon, mi - late october, 2014

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released September 11, 2018

writ & performed by:
frank mcfall

produced by:
frank mcfall
adam mokan

additional production and sounds by:
jd king
eric chadwick
claire wolf
adis kaltek

recorded, mixed & mastered by:
jd king

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MC Fall Grand Rapids, Michigan

i was born an emcee, out there in lapeer county. im in grand rapids now. riding clean. trying to get it. staying nice.

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