JODY KOFU - MINNIE'S HABERDASHERY Lyrics

I am the golden child of the parasites
Not quite the type that your parents like
My teeth nice but they are
Sharp as ice
Picks they shine bright but I bite with
Incisors the size of a scythe it's
Sidekick is the tongue that I write with
Im the type that you'll hesitate to invite in
But the type
You might be pleasantly surprised with
My niceness manners morals politeness
Still not good enough for likeness of a highness
I am your favorite slave
God's promises are on its way
Y'all don't wanna mix blood with me
Just wait till Joseph gets his cape
Egypt's Vizier, with my ear
Pushed out to God
You know the vision's so clear
When the eyes is just a mirage
Tigers in the garage
Jungles just a facade
This ivory boy gets to the point
Top of the Taj
Hospital garbs
Are pretty comfy if you ask me
So if I put you there you can
Thank me for the relaxing
Actually if thats too taxing
Fax me the exact fee
And I will pay you back
Just not through financing
I'm antsy
To go Tom Clancy on pansies
Up the ante until it cant be
That's satisfactory
The saddest factory
Testing laxatives and cat pee
That anger ends badly
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Ok
Minnies haberdashery
I pin the tail on the fairy
I whip a cat with nueve
I'm bitter, sour than lemmy
Hand me handle of henny
Pass me fronto and hempy
Imma find me a brother
And kiss him right on the telly
Pessimistic but happy
Ya'll shop on the Ali
I'm cave, river and valleys
I wait for any bad seeds
Apples in my basket
Stopped with all the acid
Phoenix out the ashes
Feeling better than Flanders
Ample in one hand
But then I forgot all the answers
Ya'll be to focused on
All the tumors, not the cancer
My sign is a Pisces with
Both my fish swimming backwards
Smoking backwoods
Not too applicable for asthma
Make it rock
Like Pete did with CL
Microphone check
Echo that like deep wells
I can't see your hands
Make em wave like seashells
I see cells
Break em loose, making a ruse
Breaking a tooth, breaking the rules
A felony too
I bet a better kind of bed
Is made of feathers from goose
I'm sure your sick of hearing
All this kind of chattering too
Don't fret we'll hang you from a noose
In haberdashery too
Blaow

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