YO--HO--HERE WE GO AGAIN.
LOOK-OUT.
Just say ding-dong and I'm sprung.
I spring every time a bell is rung.
I'm not a ding-a-ling, I'm not a ding-dong.
Mine is another story.
Told of a god-damn laboratory.
Biological, illogical.
Where's the logic in a rod
That's lodged in your head till your dead.
Fuck the dumb shit!!
AHHH! Just cuz you're the top of the food chain, you want to suck and fuck with my brain.
All in the name of science!
SCIENCE (blinded me with science).
Data? What the fuck do data matter to me?
I ain't tryin' to hear that, see but you want me to see it your way.
Ding-dong, here we go another day
One dingie-lingie, I salivate.
Two dingie-lingies, and I hallucinate.
Three dingie-lingies and ejaculate.
Recess. Ding-Dong Mutha-Fucka
Just say ding and dong and I'm sprung.
Spring every time a bell is rung.
I ain't no ding-a-ling and I ain't a ding -dong.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?
Yes, I'm listenin', in the middle of July, high on a mission.
A nickle bag of Tinkerbell, boy
(nickle bag of tinkerbell)
As the bell tolls for the time it takes me to inhale
Invoke the rhyme rippin up the track,
Derailin' your train of thought.
All along the watchtower, watch the faces all go sour, as the bell toll for experiment failed,
though, still the lying media cries success.
There's no dongs but I hear dinging,
there's no bells but my ears are ringing.
One dingie-lingie. I salivate.
Two dingie-lingies, and I hallucinate.
Three dingie-lingies and ejaculate.
I'm the product of a Pavlovian experiment.
We rub each others cheeks,
we sniff each others seats.
We tug each others leash
when we find each other in heat.
We scratch each others fleas
and put each other at ease,
which leads me to believe,
"When in Dogtown. do as dogs do"
I'm the product of a Pavlovian experiment.
We rub each others cheeks.
we sniff each others seats
We tug each others leash
when we find each other in heat.
We scratch each others fleas
and put each other at ease,
Which leads me to believe,
"when in Dogtown, do as dogs do"
Genetic engineering, classical conditioning,
I'm the product of a Pavlovian experiment (x 3)
It's a dog-eat-dog world, that's what they say, but I ain't with it.
If the label don't say "kitty-kat" I won't eat it,
But I got a pair of milkbone drawers on.
If you want to get busy, bitch, come on.
I was on your trail, sniffin' your tail.
You know damn well it smell like hell, ew.
Dog-eat-dog world, turn boy-eat-giri world will prevail.
Licensed flea collars for sale
Up in this county-funded kennel
With all the incidentals paid up front.
So jump the gun and
Go fetch like Fido, Bitch.
Spread that mit, yes we play catch.
This one here's goin' out the park, throw that ball back, baby.
Hark, who goes there?
Cause I'm standin' guard in all this here parts of the yard
When in dog town do as dogs do
(classical conditioning, test tube puppy,
behavioral modification, man's best friend)
At the sound of the bell there will be a test.
A test?
Yes, a test to decide
how much of which pesticide.
I'm not a ding-bat, I'm not a dumb-bell.
Mine is another humdinger
Where's the DATA that matter to me?
Where's the DATA that matter to me?
Welt the experiment failed, we need another dog.
Will somebody get me another dog?
One dingy-lingly, I salivate.
Two dingy-lingies. and I hallucinate.
Three dingy-lingies and I ejaculate.
Where's the logic in a rod lodged in your head.
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