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I'll tell you what fucking rhythm I get down to, bitch
Did you cry when the Earth died?
Did you fuck
About yourself did you only ever give a fuck
And plus you're probably on the moon by now
(Buy now, Buy now, Buy now, Buy now, Buy now,
Buy now, Buy now, Buy now, Buy now, Buy now
Right now, right now, right now, right now,
Discount, discount, discount, discount, discount
Discount, discount, discount, discount, discount
Discount, right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now)
Level high, ooh, ha ha
Go funk, get funk, get fucked, Go funk, get funk, get fucked
Go funk, get funk, get fucked, Go funk, get funk, get fucked
Go funk, get funk, get fucked, Go funk, get funk, get fucked
Go funk, get funk, get fucked, Go funk, get funk, get fucked
Oh, you can take it all the wrong ways
It's too late, boy, I'll run it up the chain for ya
You take it too far every time
You take it too far sometimes
I take it too far sometimes
I take it too far
Could be your kin I don't give a fuck (bleed out)
Sunstrip kid with the torpedo
Quarter mile high on the loose (lucy)
We gon' be here a while, We gon' be here a while
We gon' be here a while, We gon' be here a while
We gon' be here a while, We gon' be here a while
We gon' be here a while, We gon' be here a while
We gon' be here a while, ain't goin be quick
We gon' paint the town, trust me the ball's in my court
How you gon' fall from such a height?
We gon' get it out of this bitch's mind
So don't blame me for if I play you for what you deserve
Go funk, get funk, get fucked, Go funk, get funk, get fucked
Go funk, get funk, get fucked, Go funk, get funk, get fucked
f u nk wo r ld
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xkinsey
Oh, you can take it all the wrong ways
It's too late, boy, I'll run it up the chain for ya
What the hell do we pay you for?
Explain to him, not me
I'll put you through the door
Funk on my corpse at the end of time
I don't blame you its comeuppance and I'll get mine (funk)
Go wild, oooh
Blow out
You seem to want to end me
Good luck, I'm already dead
What's with you?
What's your problem?
How long ago did I drop that tab
I don't care
Move your body
Funk on 'em
Funk God
There's simply no other way to say it
This very world as we know it has come to an end
Alright, don't panic, and don't cry
After all, the bastards have gotten what they deserved
We paid the price
And as such, I'd like for you to dance
It's very simple, watch and learn
Funk, funk, funk, funk
Funk, funk funk, ugh
It's to live for, yet I'd die for it
(To live for, but I'd still die, ah)
Haha, haha, haha, haha
Funk
FUNK WORLD END
IN·NOMINE·PATRIS·ET·FILII·ET·SPIRITVS·SANCTI·AMEN
I'll tell you what fuckin' rhythm I get down to. That new age funk groove. That new bio-staccato. The sound of eight billion worms writhing in emesis, writing love letters. Mach-19 drum beats glitzing up the high street with a kind of indiscriminate spread. What the screaming wind sounds like as you ascend, crucified, nailed to the outside of a satellite. The sound of that eagle-eye view. That clarity.
It's a sound which is hard to place, because it's effervescent and hurtful, but it speaks truth, there's code in the spectra. If every tree falls and there's no one left to hear them, do I give a shit? Well, yes, I do. I care, because it's tragedy in cinema, and I've always been a sentimental fuck, righteous event or no. And it most certainly makes a sound. A sound worthy of dancing to.
IN·NOMINE·PATRIS·ET·FILII·ET·SPIRITVS·SANCTI·AMEN
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