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La da da da da
I'm gonna bury you in the ground
La da da da da
Gonna bury you with my sound
Gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna...
What... You don't like that? Maybe you just don't like me!
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
And I'm not sweet enough for you
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well... I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
And I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So... why do I want to?
Why do I want to...
To... bury your face in the dirt
And drink the blood from your stupid neck
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it's not always clear who is rescuing whom
but when we're together my heart goes boom boom boom
just as it was written by JT Dogzone
and then passed back around with a long-arm dog bone back in
ooooo!
the fragilest bubbles I offer to you
in honor of your science barbecue
and when I say science, you can be sure that
I don't only refer to a candy corn rat
it's the passionate inquiry
the lessons you sink in me
more or less successfully
oh girl, you're the math to me
you are my PB
circa season 3
just cause I'm thirteen
don't mean my love isn't real
when the cosmic owl tells you you blew it, you blew it
I still feel the sound of bumping a fist with my best friend, and so I try again
I don't find the snail on every adventure
but I know he's there waving his tiny little hand
you got one-dimensional
two-dimensional
three-dimensional
four-dimensional
five-dimensional
six-dimensional
seven-dimensional
seven-dimensional objects now
you got time & space
you got such a face
I got time to waste
come back to my place
Jake will make pancakes with bacon!
bacon pancakes…
my sneaking suspicion is you are the glue
that is holding together the pieces of this land of
ooooo!
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Is this even possible?
Is it probable?
Is it gonna happen cause it's unstoppable?
Am I topable? Well, would you rock a bull?
Well, would ya?
It's a rap battle of wit wisdom and wizardry
Gotta check it out so I'm sneaking surreptitiously
Into Wizard Cit-t-ty - zap-zap - my chapeau claque
ricochets the first attack, abracadancing on the slack
I sing visciously, pull the string deliciously
Simon thinks he's gonna make the place all blizzardy
Then Finn comes in but he's messed up on the femme brûlée
That human should’a been disqualified anyway
Hey, them's the rules. Wizard Battle is for Wizards only,
fools!
Wizards Rule
I'm gonna beat you in a wizard duel
And send you back to wizard school
This game is wizards only, fool
Elements ablaze, a luminous haze, ethereal rays
Incantations off the walls, I must be tripping Mozart balls
A little elf comes up and summons his deck of cards
He got the fairy tarot, draws the Arrow and the Bard
Suddenly divinity, a flash lights up the whole arena
It’s the serenest, leanest magic man I ever seena
Even Baskin Robbins couldn’t handle that array of flavors
I’m bouncing over to it, casting sparks and triplet quavers
snack upon a demon heart, conjure up a ninja fart
sakura petals and pink smoke, a sparkle cloud
wear it like a mystic shroud, wizard vines that touch the ground
cloak and dagger reach around, oh my Glob, it’s spirit-bound!
oh my Glob, it’s spirit-bound!
Wizards rule
I get the power from my wizard jewel
And I puff a little wizard fuel
That’s how I keep it wizard cool
woah…
the final showdown, only two contestants stand alone
it goes down hard, like the violin on Bach’s chaconne
in the enchanted zone, I flex my magic bone
our gazes meet, turn down the volume of the battledrome
my spells are tight, flowing at unreasonable bpms
I’m rhyming right, got the booku-spooku requiem
which you evade then drizzle your fine graybles
down my back and all over my mind ladle
What is this sorcery? Do you mean to torture me?
Did you get this potion from Ron James’ bootleg alchemy?
Hey, what the math! You can’t use quantum entanglement
In a wizard tournament. Our particles are getting bent!
Where’d all the magic went? I was just about to get
the highest level of arcane ascension and by extension
put you away in the dimension of eternal detention
by the way, did I mention…that
Wizards Rule
I got an arsenal of wizard tools
Writing the finest licks in all of Ooo
I bet you wish you was a wizard too – keep it tight
Because these magical skills don't pay the physical bills
So I'll be translating chapters of the Enchiridion
Charge by the word and I heard it's pretty long
You design a website for the magic association
Help them out with search engine optimization
And wrangle up the trolls on the wizard forum
To ensure that they demonstrate the proper decorum
What kind of decorum is that?
I don’t know, I haven’t figured it out yet
Get me to Ron James’ Alchemy Palace
Gimme that potion, in a chalice
Give me the Ron James’ alchemy magic
With cold spells like NO spells
And mountains of madness
Gimme that magic
Gimme that madness
That Ron James’ magic
and I gotta have it
Gimme that madness
Gimme that magic
That Ron James' magic
And I gotta have it
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La da da da da
I'm gonna bury you in the ground
La da da da da
Gonna bury you with my sound
Gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna...
What... You don't like that? Maybe you just don't like me!
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
And I'm not sweet enough for you
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well... I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
And I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So... why do I want to?
Why do I want to...
To... bury your face in the dirt
And drink the blood from your stupid neck
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