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bull shark - croosher lyrics

(hook)
it’s the misfit on his lonely/
in the shadows of night trying to roam free/
he just wants to be one with his thoughts/
devious in the way he thickens plot/
chickens trot, fl!cking snot/
on the road less traveled, the end is what he sought/
dark in the way he crept around/
into dust his soul was bound/

[verse 1: croosh]

we break it down like amino acids/
i’m the hybrid of what was birthed from lake placid/
i really don’t like the way this task sits/
rolled over in my grave and rose from caskets/
it’s the b-st-rd, back at it again/
plastered drunk with a couple of friends/
they seem just as musty as me/
crusty eyelids make it hard to see/
dumpster dove into what was a gold rush/
cloaked up, described as looking so flush/
more like flushed down the toilet/
my brain’s in a pot, time to boil it/
feet looking like bunions, word to paul/
nastiest toes a podiatrist ever saw/
but i’m still kicking like a tortoise from the galapagos/
dreary and clumsy like a sloppy ghost/

(hook)
it’s the misfit on his lonely/
in the shadows of night trying to roam free/
he just wants to be one with his thoughts/
devious in the way he thickens plot/
chickens trot, fl!cking snot/
on the road less traveled the end is what he sought/
dark in the way he crept around/
into dust his soul was bound/

[verse 2: croosh]

eating soup with chicken brothel/
peace to the sharking apostles repping doppel/
just know no one can stop you, keep the youth/
peep the pudding, don’t forget the proof/
settled in the corner with a bone sawing instrument/
ready to slice a bystander severing a ligament/
then bagging it up for the black market/
dr. frank is trying to piece back the carc-ss/
keeping under the radar, you know how narks get/
i’m the shark set, making sure all is on target/
cool beaners, with some mexicans in greenland/
they call them frozen backs there, know what i mean man?/
i ain’t a mean man, just some jargonistic racial slurs/
pardon if the place concurs/
to get rid of you and i like a bad habit/
blown up like a mine field and a baghdad rabbit… dag nab-it/

- croosher lyrics

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