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lyrics
I had a dream, that I got to wear all of Slick Rick’s jewelry.
I just thought you guys should know that.
(V1)
No joke smiles killed, pause for the light feeling fancy still. Just stop breathe the daffodils, till I spell my name with a fancy quill.
Eilish on the t-shirt, huh. Can’t smell a thing, watch it burn like either. Cheap words, ghosts for the creeper, still feeling cute in my brand new sneakers.
I am the great pretender, here to burn it down my hands or embers, remember I’m the ender, sharp tooth grin and a ooey gooey center.
This is the gilded ages, fully sunshine no mask, contagious. Outrageous till the wardrobe changes, these ossuary eyes, I’m so salacious.
Goddamn man my knees hurt, please Lord give a badge for big words. Lift skirts, live on your knees first, earth shakes I’m a grand mal seizure.
I am your touch of opulence, war torn hands, these hands are consequence. No honest that’s what caustic is, here to tear down & kill your confidence.
Oh please that’s gonna roll sleeves, so old it’s bad backs for the OGs, no grieves, stay feeling lonely here to taint smiles like a mouth full of codeine.
I’m staying sycophantic, cool, calm, nauseous so romantic. No antics that’s the problem kids, dead to the talks and the rest is obvious.
(Hook)
Quell it or kill it. You can’t sell smiles with a silver bullet. But I can turn ghost and I like that, turn spirit, chill like an ice pack.
Cause I’m a smile killer. You know a smile killer, these jokes are lemonade, it’s kind of wrong but I’m the filler.
Cause I’m a smile killer. Your friendly smile killer. These eyes are sour life, but that’s all right because I don’t give a!
Quell it or kill it. You can’t sell smiles with a silver bullet. But I can turn ghost and I like that, turn spirit, chill like an ice pack.
Cause I’m a smile killer. Your favorite smile killer. This goat is Halloween, but that’s all right cause I’m the killer.
(V2)
Francesco Dellamorte, blank taste like a bowl of cornflakes, so fake make ya skip the foreplay, rush to the finish no play but okay!
They say I’m arbitrary, an inner dialogue yes commentary, no worries I’ma scoff and scurry, let em fully hush off I’m a luminary.
Or not, so bleak in a black mask, gray face, no cape, no contrast. No nots, no nothings, no honest! Skip to my Lou with a broken compass.
That’s right tiny conundrum. Let’s eat, the rest of em ho-hums, po-ems? Well that’s my problem, it’s hard to dissipate even less in Gotham.
You want that face in here, can’t place the taste in here. I, I think those thoughts unwanted, now don’t waste those smiles here. (2x)
Think tank, breaks to the old days, mad dash watch em break over old age. Well played clip limbs from the bouquet, so slow like a game of croquet.
I say the rest is obvious, calm to the breeze my breath is ominous. My luck I’ma flex the opposite, grins no more, this kid’s obnoxious.
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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