'I came a little drunk with a trunk full of 808s, and Andy are you okay? eyes big as dinner plates, Pac-Man, he could eat the whole interstate' - fully agree, Sims kills this track and imo, has perfected his art massively since LOP
There's a reason I have a wings n teeth tattoo on my arm, and this album just solidifies that reason even more. So dope! You NEED to get Shredders on a UK tour soon!! Sorry, only sorta though
Match, Set. Game? ---------- Dodecapolyhedronistic Xp ally dosh Even though the syllables make simps go “Oh my gosh” If you grok your 42s you’re set like Daniel Tosh Dodecapolyhedronistic Xp ally dosh I’m handing out epiphanies like signatures to fans When they ask who sold the world, you tell ’em. I’m the Man. You gawk at Kanji and you turn as Green as Jones’ lawn You’d think you thots would figure, but it takes a Son to dawn. I can teach you magic, children. Sing along with this. The ladder is the path you walk,and tool against the hiss. The bow in hand with arrow nocked breeds tension, good and bad. The sea you see is some of it, but THE sea? You’ve been had. D’s a wall until you break a spin of it just right Then a saddle will appear, and bow before your might Inches marked at half can make a measure of the cleft But have no place to start at, and immeasurable’s left Spin an arrow up against the tide that is the clock You’ll find the G’s it throws might make a mockery of mach. Draw a line; connect two figures standing lone and tall Partnership is what you show. The mortar in the Wall. I am. The master of my fate. I am. The master of my destiny. I am. The ink blot test this whole damned species failed. I am. The one who’s truly clean. The one who’s free. And if I could slip under time, to fix a thing I think went wrong Instead I’d trust God’s plan, and strike the next refrain of song. Striking thrice, removed for vice, a game for men, not Casey’s mice. Along came a Prophet and told me come off it, but I’m no God, and I love dice. Mass appeal? It has its shine, though I am not so greatly charmed. I’d prefer to seed some zeal. So s’word in mind, with whetstone armed.
