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lyrics

(V1)

I do that which toe dragger in those Air Max 90s. Fangs like Bela, hi-jinks feeling grimy. Songs breathing lively, breath still inside me, A mouth full of stitches & two tusks of pure ivory.
But it’s all for not, kiss scopes or kick rocks, no time for quips, it’s sidewalks & hop Scotch. Singing hot damn, another waster on the lifespan, why should I please? Spread wings like I’m Moth Man.
St. OZ, save face, paint then taste loss. It’s time to turn it off or burn it down like Saint Maude.
It’s a lost cause, the blank taste makes me fast forward. Bobby Razor Face killing dust on my soldiers. No time for quotas, I’m the king of the has-been, the monster on your stairs with a naked Barbara Crampton.
Not a ghost but handsome, the Argento of this rap shit. With a bowl of Count Chocula it’s another Denver classic.

(Hook)
I’m so superior like Argento‘s “Suspiria.” While the rest are remakes, still great yet inferior.
I’m the monster on your stairs with the naked Barbara Crampton. (2x)

(V2)

As you were, I’m sycophantic for the last word. I’m the outstretched wings of a thousand tiny blackbirds.
Okay, let’s play close, hey break a leg. I sincerely love life like a bright pink razor blade.
Touché, to coin the term, say well played. We called it decadence like a spoonful of aspartame.
But still hungry, no lies something crunchy, got butterflies in my wallet yo & moths in my tummy.
It’s hecka funny, you can go and have the have nots. No sleep & 40 winks will lock me down like it’s padlocks.
But what’s first? I’ma giggle until my sides hurt, when it’s time to take a wife, I’m calling Natalie Sideserf.
For what it’s worth, Englewood KREEPS, I’m feeling queasy. It is what it is, I want my very own Khaleesi.
But I digress, the Herbert West of this rap shit. It’s time to turn it off and read the loving closed captions.

(Hook)

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from Not A Ghost​.​.​.​.​But Dead Inside, released August 27, 2021
Beat by Maulskull.

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Extra Kool Denver, Colorado

An archly fearless live performer, Extra Kool challenges his audiences with an unwavering stare and a direct and hauntingly intense vocal delivery. Part modern-day Dadaist, part hip-hop art terrorist, Extra Kool is the essence of truth in advertising.
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