Klutz

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[Intro]
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I am a man who uses the techniques 
of a bat to navigate...

[Verse]
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Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker

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From the underfunded Klutz who never
 undercut the butcher

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The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is 
bumping "I'm your pusher"

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Also at your wake, Juvenile 
Intruders at the gate

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Brooding over waking history that 
bubbles

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From the blinking 12s of VCRs and 
Microwaves

Like time machines for shrinking 
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elders, rifling through their recipe

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Carrots, onions, celery, what unique
 amalgam

Of piss and repugnant energy

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Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line 
for dessert?

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Fire-eater trying to keep it on the 
green side of the dirt

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This is tea-time with the worst

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Geriatrics on the decline of berserk


Back in my day we were three times 
more alert

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Now I go through my old clothing

Trying to find nostalgic threads to 
sell

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Walk away feeling like I should 
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have never dressed myself

Sincerely I was never on the cutting
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 edge, my hand was on the hilt

You’re free to build with the other 
end

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Shriek into the vacuum if in spite 
of your accomplishments

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You wake up feeling empty like 
Houdini’s grave probably is

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Volley with the quintessential 
digital anger, I'm offended by 
everything

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My opinions come in a manger, oh boy

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Depreciating since they drove me off
 the lot

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Still into ghost stories and pot and
 the classic coconut bra

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Procedural crime drama shows with 
holes in the plot

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And reminding clones there’s more to
 coping

Than a nose full of snot

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Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808

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You couldn't throw a rope over a 
baby gate

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Bishop to queen 4 in "Damn Daniel"s 
under ram skulls

Plan for cloudy with a chance of 
anvils

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Fever dreams of padded cells and 
jagged pills in frozen pipes

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Socialites from pageant hell with 
plastic smiles and robot eyes

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I’m hoping you all grow into the 
sentience you assume

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As your moment of self-reflection is
 a moment for me too

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Look, with the steel chair, sure to 
serve the veal rare

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Brush up your evasion and basic 
tactical field care

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I was on that constant futile rage 
before the internet

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I been ignored for longer than 
you’ve been interested

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The posse promise you nobody feels 
threatened by a scarecrow covered in
 crows who feel welcomed

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That’s like hellions thinking hell 
is just ok but needs some polish

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It helps to know intimidation’s all 
about the optics

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Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, 
Suffolk County it's a zoo

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Puppy chow and bitches brew, it's 
not exactly chicken soup

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It’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s 
ginseng on his whistling

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It’s we don’t find the flippancy 
convincing, 2 for flinching

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Older yeller, never knew a no-kill 
shelter in his doggie days

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Now I draw my neighbors over 
Kouign-amanns and coffee stains

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A walled and whirling urchin, more 
observant than audacious

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I document the great unwashed and 
curse in Lithuanian

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For a gallery of grifters channeling
 Sid’s action figures grafted

With his little sister’s after 
markers glue and scissors

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It’s trippy, the truth and fiction 
moving to a center

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Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never 
been photographed together

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Sometimes the stomach disappears 
from under a retreating lens

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And patterns of a need to please 
abusive folk reveal themselves

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I’m peeling back the layers, I’m 
sneaking past the lasers

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I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a 
seed to blackened acres

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The dogs I think are following me 
home are out to kill me

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Your music makes a motherfucker 
wanna move to Elm Street

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Rejection of the spirit by the body 
at your service, if you mess-up 
every friendship come get swept up 
in
the current

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Here, wheels fall off of cars when 
they see him

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Seas part, green trees march out of 
Eden

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I'm known to eat the heart and keep 
the archery uneven

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Are you starting to be part of the 
kinesis?

[Otro]

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Got me on some other shit

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Got me on some other shit

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Got me on some other shit