Labyrinthian Pomp

How you wanna tag my style? I am so superior How you wanna hate a thing When you are so inferior? How you wanna mess... How you wanna mess my spotless interior? Oh, oh, let's just say You are not the destroyer Let's just say Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta I got my bright girl near me She's so much taller With a crisp endorsement From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol She's so meta Reference Stendhal Shares my strange urge To smash a window in every house on our block Delinquent days are here again How you wanna tag my style? I am so superior How you wanna hate a thing When you are so inferior? How you wanna mess... How you wanna mess my spotless interior? Oh, oh, let's just say You are not the destroyer Let's just say Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta I got my Georgie Fruit on He's a dark mutation For my demented pastime Giving replicators somewhere to go But we're authentic You can test my talons Against your cursive body The controller spheres have disappeared and it hurts Delinquent days are here again It's like to disappear forever But I'm not afraid There's two Gods for everyone One, two Gods for the beasts An hour dead Deflects our eggs on latitude 0, 1 degree, I trusted you No, don't explain Moving in clipped tempos, making Sad dreams of the flag appearing Crazy how the symbolism works Don't look at them