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“Iguana”

<Intro>

How many Hail Mary handlers on the slate?
So many gardeners, for no greats,
I want em all baby, call the fall and the raise,
Tell me Lord Grace, you Freddy for some fuzzy funny fates?

<Verse 1>

I want Nirvana…

Hand in the dirt, will to hand-kill everything,
Fill out the turf, field to feel out enemies,
Gent of the gentry, mental forced entry,
It’s land in the skirt, scaling Ham Hill’s medic tree,

Hand to the Earth, hand-kill span kilohertz,
Introverted mail man, failed to sail sale merch,
Castrol slurp nettle, tobasco herb jello-tin,
That’s my first surface, work worsens the worm sense,

Hand out the chest, heals to steal your last breath,
Refresh-mint, the best desk stressed to the Memorex,
Plenum in assembly, hot procs the sodomy,
Barfer at the armory, Nirvana wants his army test,

Heartless for a headress, guard sharp as Shredder,
Smart tender artist, blessed lens for Mars darkness,
Mired by the choir, when the restless confess,
Slide my hand to the God, I’m your Nirvana, not a friendly sarge.

<Bridge>

Already gotta born again,
I want iguana armageddon,
I was slaughtered, glad-iater,
Caught a parry for ya legend,

Pennies hit the water,
Bought a belly full of salt bath,
Already gotta born again,
I want a camouflage the wedding.

<Chorus>

I want Nirvana…
Getty get giddy, gee golly, ginne gnosh is godly,
Gotti go gimme, gee willy, giann-gle army Armani,

I want Nirvana…
Ready when Ridley role ready, robes in red rows, let it roe,
Heady Hanna…
How many deets, do you det, on the daily?

Iguana.

<Verse 2>

Hand through the candles, belt fasted to stand to,
Brags at the mantle, bread bags at your sandals,
Flashy with the hand shit, crafty as lamb prissy,
Pedo-rites, central to the cenobites, kiss me maaan,

Hella history, citronella still a mystery,
Sweater can’t get rich of me, the camel bring vanilla,
Propeller head Davinci, and sickly with the scizzys,
Killer on the can milk, pissin out ya stella mead,

Hand on the deal, til the steal was unveiled,
A pill remember lethargy, the pillow meant to peel me,
I want Iguana monster polly posture on your body,
Got it fuckin cocked so hard you talk Karate choppy,

Swan Gotti Mom swing, meat Johnny’s guillotine,
Party start streaming, abort to start screaming,
Guitars gently beating, the shottie off your readings,
It’s all a live bleed, why the lead keeps dreamin…

<Bridge>

Already gotta born again,
I want iguana armageddon,
I was slaughter glad-iater,
Caught a parry for ya legend,

Pennies hit the water,
Bought a belly full of salt bath,
Already gotta born again,
I want to camouflage the wedding.

<Chorus>

I want Nirvana…
Getty get giddy, gee golly, ginne gnosh is godly,
Gotti go gimme, gee willy, giann-gle army Armani,

I want Nirvana…
Ready when Ridley role ready, robes in red rows, let it roe,
Heady Hanna…
How many deets, do you det, on the daily?

Iguana.

<Verse 3>

When your idols suicidal, revival is through the vinyl,
The mortuary the merry, go Derry to rest your citadel,
Imagine IT’s defense, less than immense big,
Tempest tap entrance, fencing the wal-resist ivory,

I sprawl, who halt there in the coffin wit the crawls,
I’m a Critter nipper ball, with the shivers strippin soil,
Rippin tors’, skippin ‘corders at the Korg,
Zip the coff’, flora switch, limp the biz and kiss the North frozen bitch,

Real or faux, fork a fish, fork a fish, fork or fict’,
Fix or fork, fist or pistol, piss and whistle, Bristol poor,
Chargin Morphius for more illicit shit to cart than crystal,
Riddled law can rid the riddler courts of ornamental Marx-izzles,

Do I need claws for these corporatist pigs, slit em hogs,
Scientific stores marbled on a non-believer’s time warp,
Your people peep a serial serta presiding sweet Thai,
And work the chirp in Church, like its Wordles on your wee-mind,

Be mine, Chucky honey bunny, I’m elite Pi,
Subtractive eruption cuz I buss it, feet wide,
Beach dry creatures, reap the fighters by the dozen,
Run it up in my chuckas, rubbing bunions in greese slime,

Delighted by invasions, now I can fly with hatred,
Cranium’s off the dashboard, rated by creatives,
Tasteless like his wafers, Terminated wives are knifin hunks,
Stifle stipens, striping striking Streisands by the sinus stuffs.

<Bridge 2>

The light reminds me of a time,
Like a line, try to rhyme,
Like a tongue, unwind,
Like a gun, pipin up,
Ticking time, like a sun,
Given life, light stuff,
Like a fly, try duck,
For a fuzzy funny find like a bug.

<Chorus>

I want Nirvana…
Getty get giddy, gee golly, ginne gnosh is godly,
Gotti go gimme, gee willy, giann-gle army Armani,

I want Nirvana…
Ready when Ridley role ready, robes in red rows, let it roe
Heady Hanna…
How many deets, do you det, on the daily?

Iguana 🦕|💩

Iguana
Written and Edited by Suc
“Ithaca” Instrumental
Produced by Rob Sonic

@suc_can_produce
@bobbyfreedom

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