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Skip to my Mary Liu on the way down from a bipolar lou ooaoo Bill got killed by little Uma Thurman as she went to avenge pai me,Yeah. Look. Everybody’s copy-pasted, lookin' identical. I’m clinical, analytical, completely idiosyncratic, it’s criminal. Listen. (Verse 1) They template the track, they wait for the plaques, they paint it in black and white I’m breakin' the map, I’m takin' a lap, I’m staying awake at night Obsessive compulsive, repulsive to clones, I’m holdin' the microphone An anomaly, honestly, building a colony inside of a twilight zone I don't fit in your boxes, I’m outwitting the foxes, I’m toxic to ordinary My vocabulary is scary, a cemetery of standard dictionary Look at how I arrange it, you think it's deranged, it’s a strange design I’m alignment-averse, every line in the verse is a landmine in your mind. You eat your pizza with your hands? I use a silver blade. You wear your socks identical? Mine are a different shade. I cut the tags out of my shirts, the friction drives me crazy You call it eccentric, I call it authentic, your paradigm is lazy. I’m specific, prolific, a bit schizophrenic with how I deliver the bars I’m rewriting the structure, I rupture the culture, I’m shooting past all of the stars Got a green ink pen on a legal pad, I don't type on a screen I’m a distinct machine, if you know what I mean, the anomalies cannot be unseen. (Outro) Yeah. Idiosyncratic. You can’t replicate it. You can’t manufacture a quirk. You either got your own rhythm... or you're just white noise. Peace. LARRY, CURLY & MOE Skip to my Larry, Curly, Moe, On the way down like a yo-yo, whoop-whoop, there they go. Moe got mad, Curly said “nyuk,” Larry said “whoa,” Three Stooges moving sideways like a runaway show. Yeah. Look. Larry, Curly, Moe, Everybody knows the trio. One says “think,” one says “nyuk,” One says “POW!” and steals the show. (VERSE 1) Larry's got the plan, Curly's got the broom, Moe walks through the doorway, BANG, and fills the room. Larry turns around like a wheel on a rail, Curly hits the bucket with a CLANG! and starts to wail. Moe moves like thunder, WHAM, across the floor, Larry ducks the hammer, Curly hits the door. Curly's like a pinball, BOING, off every wall, Moe tries catching Larry, Larry makes him fall. Larry says, “Easy.” Curly says, “Nyuk.” Moe says, “STOP!” Then SMACK! Everybody's stuck. Three men in a hallway like marbles in a bowl, Rolling into trouble like they never had control. Larry's got a ladder, Curly's got a chair, Moe pulls both away like, “WHO PUT THAT THERE?” (HOOK) LARRY! CURLY! MOE! NYUK-NYUK! HERE WE GO! LARRY LEFT, CURLY RIGHT, MOE COMES THROUGH LIKE DYNAMITE! LARRY! CURLY! MOE! BAM! POW! WHOA! Three Stooges in a room, and the room ain't gonna know. (VERSE 2) Larry cuts the wire, Curly says, “Don't pull,” Moe pulls Curly backward, THUD! into the wall. Larry looks at Moe like a cat looking twice, Curly shakes his head like, “Nyuk, that's nice.” Moe's temper burns like a kettle on the flame, Larry tries explaining, Curly forgets his name. CLACK! goes the wrench, BOOM! goes the floor, Larry hits the ceiling while Moe kicks the door. They're three little gears in a machine gone wild, Larry acts serious, Curly acts like a child. Moe plays the boss, but the boss gets confused, Because every single plan ends up slightly bruised. Like dominoes falling, click-click-click, One pushes another and the whole thing flips. Like rubber balls bouncing, boing-boing-boing, Every bad decision makes another bad choice. Larry says, “Stop!” Curly says, “Nyuk!” Moe says, “Larry!” SMACK! That's the cue. (HOOK) LARRY! CURLY! MOE! NYUK-NYUK! HERE WE GO! Moe says “MOVE!” Curly says “NO!” Larry says “WAIT!” BAM! There they go! LARRY! CURLY! MOE! CLANG! CRASH! WHOA! Three Stooges moving like a three-man rodeo. (VERSE 3) Larry walks straight, Curly zigzags, Moe comes charging with a fist full of rags. Larry slips left, Curly slips right, Moe hits the table with a KAPOW! mid-flight. They don't need a script, they generate the scene, Like a busted-up engine with a rhythm machine. Larry is the pause, Curly is the spin, Moe is the BANG! that starts it again. A slap like a snare, A bonk like a kick, A nyuk-nyuk-nyuk right in the middle of it. They fall like leaves, bounce like springs, Moe starts yelling, Curly starts singing. Larry looks upward like, “Why is this my life?” Moe grabs a hammer. Curly grabs a knife. Larry says, “Put that down.” Curly says, “Why?” Moe says, “Because—” BONK. Blackout. Goodbye. (OUTRO) Larry. Curly. Moe. BAM. BOOM. NYUK-NYUK-NYUK. You can't manufacture that rhythm. You can't rehearse that timing. You can't plan the collision. Three Stooges. One doorway. Larry walks in. Curly falls down. Moe closes the door. CLANG. Again.