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When I send a sickness, ease down, dark soldiers Fallin in with flying debris And bad programs of landmines That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams I pull a Glock or fever murder the group by numbers I was nursed by the biggest of buildings And had the sonic volcanic cap That the butcher have attached to his dead mother Now this material might walk with a twitch And live for the twisted shit Images of Boy Scouts getting pistol whipped Electronic talents fold The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you When the plug is corroded out And they say productivity is up this month But I've lost my passion Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration Its bad health and industrial sadness Never helped by tofu franks or Holistic maggots This addiction is more random I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums Because I wasn't born handsome Now that my life's complete With a capacity to push greatness buttons With beats that have to be registered As sex offenders represented to the public I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs And if consumers stopped existing We'd forget how to use words Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs

"a daily struggle, but i hold onto the vision. hip-hop at it's best when it lacked television."

It just said "ROMNEY" and "NOT A COMMUNIST" under it.  Really though.

Cannibal Ox - Ridiculoid