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Dirty Dish Dick
05:22
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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
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TV
03:07
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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.
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Dead Uncles
05:12
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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.
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O, The Lack of Loot!
03:23
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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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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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