Bioavailable, by The Grammar Club (2024)

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I took cutie for a ride in my death cab, scratch thatSorry man. That was handled by another indie bandThen they blew up and reality shiftWhen you talked about success, did you really talk about this?Did you even know this plane exists?I don't think you can handle thisI grew up in a story book that I could writeCity hotter than Tabasco on some dynamiteDo anything to hear my momma say that she was proud20 years later felt like I could run entire townsI was put on Earth so I could entertain the massesSo for me it was easy justifying skipping some classesAnd I never no freakin' stinkin' badgesReality is brokenand that’s without a doubtA disconnect between what youput in and you get outBitterly,divided we,press on and on and onI brought my plastic ball so that you all can sing along(The) world will only distract me from my great workthat’s why I built this plastic submarineyou’re sharper than anyoneput your sleeping pills awayand your good ideas will tuck you in at nightWhen I created in a vacuum I was so freshSo clean, I sparkled any track that I blessedPeople drove for miles yo just to say they saw meI never thought all this could happen from a hobby, kidAnd did it go to my head? Of course it did. My favorite band broke up and I still can't get over itBecause they helped me get over, there's still so much I oweNow when I leave for town there's only 20 peeps at the showAnd that's a get. How did it come to this?Liberty and justiceare trivial pursuitsMy game is entertainment,and I’m seeking new recruits.So, Why don’t you do what you want to do, while you still can?We all plastic suits so that you can’t tell who’s a man![chorus]Power corrupts youBut we don’t know about that.I heard you were voodooNow we’ve cometo collect your ass.you might have littered the landscape with dishonest promisesreleased under the ocean on your own reconnaissanceanonymous, covered up in hardened up petroleumlaying lowly when the sonar pings. the ball is rolling thento anywhere, independent oxygenthe onboard cabinet resplendent with intoxicantthe talk you meant to share is echo from the hulland the clicking of the instruments resurges every lullevery bowl every glass every bubble every breathdescend until you're out of ocean, nothing leftshould've guessed your contraption was gonna need windingstaring out the window into darkness like you need remindingdesigned for finding distraction from the vastnessof the surface world and its open-air harassmentsrotate the gas vents, fish flow inyou've been working on it too long, let it beginHi!Thirty thousand leagues of solitude, amplitudepumped up to eleven, find my latitude and longitudemy first love is my distraction and my inspirationsubmarine here to facilitate our dominationit doesn't matter if I'm rocking an entire fleetif I can only average like a single lyric every weekthat's super weak hat, and you don't deserve that track be like Jon Jones, catch an elbow and I'm on the matforever how it feels like, maybe I'll be alrightwatch my muse get all amused, I try to get the flow rightpull another all night like getting your degreethis my thesis and it's just about as worthless as can behow my heroes ever do it? and why can't I do the same?it's like I'm lacking crucial elements and system in my brainBut coordinates are locked. telescoping to the topwe sunk another battleship while Isaac tops me off, what?and we dive diveand we dive dive

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Buto bumpin' Weezy and Yeezy up in the ocho,like Fiddy said I'm finna put the game in a chokeholdYo, I'ma Chris Nolan it, never be in-phoning itAnd owing to my focus I'm dope and the sh*tCoping with the dopes and the dipsWhole flow is a bit cocoanutsOh, ayo, I'm so, so cold but a bit over itListen, you're f*cking wack. That's right, you suck at rapSo I ain't up for daps or a bucket of hugs, blaggardYou f*cks are getting gutted and stuffed with a cut cabbageI'ma serve it to your crew up on Stickam, foolOr slap a turkey-ass rapper back to Istanbul (swag)Yeah, I don't f*ck with a weak schemeIt's why I'll even leave and peep and creep on your street teamAnd geeks fiend for every free Buto releaseSeems the beats'll keep 'em licking it up...like Khajiits preenf*ck nerdcore, I'ma kick it in the dick, bruhThis is for my hip-hop cat, his name was TikvahCause you've been phonin' it in, boyyou phony baloneyis as does,why don't you buy me a pony?With you talk about your power and your money and fame"Yeah I'm back. Yeah I'm back" It's a goddamn shameYeah I'm back. Yeah.Back phonin' it inSo many quarters that I hold in my sackI'm phoning all my homies, sadly they ain't calling me backI'm in the DangerRoom to level my statsAnd I don't never ever slack when it comes to these tracksAnd don't ask about the last JackStumbled like an asshatYour punchlines are a joke, like your rhymes should have a laugh trackDon't have to tell me 'bout your mountain of swag, andSave your city, I don't care where you're at, manBut when you rap like this- cause you wrote it On a paper in your basem*nt save amazement when I say to yoke itIt's like you get too deep and try to sneak another weak clicheLike your fans won't make a peep, and ya creepLike sneaking candy in your pockets out the drug storeYou're not a legend in this game, not like rap has got a RushmoreOnce more, it's like you are the king of the worstAnd if we're both nerdcore, I hope they hear me firstI click game above the waist, I get my face in outer spaceI'm on pace to save the human raceNo need for thanks, I'm saying peaceCause you've been phonin' it in, boyyou phony baloney.Is as was.Why won't you leave me alone, yeah?All your talk about your power and your money and fame.Nothing bad that you had drove you insane.Yeah I'm back. Yeah.Back phonin' it in.Try harder - otherwise, honestly, why bother?My zygotic efforts all like "why I oughta"My psychotic episodes, highs and pathetic lowsReady, steady, wait a minute, no - let it goI feel pitiful, my cipher is hypercriticalMy political stance comes out in rants but I can't fit it allInto the origami of a cogent thought...They think it's all behind me but I hope it's not...I need the service of a RoboCop rebuilderGrow-Op weed killers, my photoshop needs filtersI'd be iller if I could call in work to sickStall this circus with flawless perfectnessWait, no... perfectionism is the curseThat has me living in reverse and imprisoned in the earthGetting burned by art, poems and hard luck sucksMy smartphone's charged up... here we go

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I make it hot like a Mega Man fire stage. Ho.Like a Mega Man fire state. Ho-hotI met you at a bar last night, you were partyingMade a move, I'm a champ, booze on your cardiganStay smooth, hey baby let me start againLooks like you could use another cosmopolitanYou're a room with all the amenities You a spy sapping more than my sentriesBy the way that I thrust and shakeIn the bedroom I could give a little more than you can take, so IGet you home before ya fade to blackDamn love, where your panties at?I'm not one to take advantage but you're begging for the DBut it's hard to get excited when you're about to fall asleepSo I pack it up and move on to anotherReconsider leaving you with my brotherNeeding to ball, see a name on the stallAnd I ring-a-ding a booty callI just want to givesex to you in a way that you will enjoyYou want to have sex, with a girl or a boyYou fell in lust with meYou fell in lust with meBeautiful agonyBeautiful agonySex on me, baby, any day or nightYou wanna get sexed, and I’m doing it right.I am a real good sex personreal good sex personreal good sex personreal good sex personreal good sex personI know my body is lust inducingI know almost everything that I'm doingI know positions and suchNot trying to be cheeky but I like your buttLeave your friends baby let's get HIGHI don't know about you, I'm gonna get MINEMatching out signs, it's by designSeen you all night girl and it's about damn time Kiss your neck baby get you revvedTrail of our clothes leading straight to the bedIt's dark in here, you can't trust your eyesAnd I've been told before it's a very good sizeNo going back, you're in my worldBravo honey, you make love like an ugly girlBeautiful just draped in moonlightYou're on the pill, right?Hey girl, have you read your email lately?Cause I got a thing for female ladiesAnd you fit the bill like a duck costumeI wanna take Stuff off youAlways down to get RomanticalWe can take our time so tantricalAnimal swerving the verseNurse your curves while I Burgle your purseOh…Jiminy cricketWhat do I do with these Fidgety digitsYou got a place for them to hide?As I keep in touch with your feminine sidemmm yeah that’ll do nicelyAcronym for Coors Light Ice TSpicy and smooth as moon mistoooh let’s come again soon missGonna meet her downtown by a streetlightShe's a ten and I'm going six to midnightWhat's not to like? She like just my typeLet me buy you things that's overpricedOff work and I just got paidBeen complaining all week 'bout how I can't get laidOut of my cave. Hold game, quick saveYou don't know it but you just won the jackpot babeI'm just here to give you sexBody hurts and you don't get no restNew positions that we learn, treat ya just like the interns Sorry for the rugburns, yo yoI'm just here to give you sexBody hurts and you don't get no restNew positions that we learn, treat ya just like the interns Sorry for the rugburns. Word.

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I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.I never get laid.I never get laid.I never get laid.Man I get laid all the time, I got some strange on the sideKinda scary for a lady not to give me a rideExcept it's all just a lie I tell for confidence boostBut you cannot sell a hoopty if you're telling the truthAnd that's the truth, boiy, know what I'm saying?Dude like me not getting lovin''less a dude like me's payingI got game, but just the kind with dice and pegsI just wanna tell some secrets in between your legsI'm sorry grandma if you're listening, I'll try a little harderKnow that I could be a player if I were just a little smarterMaybe trick you into thinking that I'm Ethan SupleeOr I am Keanu Reeves with a really bad bee stingI'm fluffy, wanna give you my stuffingWith a putnam that's so precious baby you gotta love meI'm a dapper little rapper and you know that I'm paidBut it never seems to matter cause this rapper yo I never get.I never get laidHey hey hey hey.(Come swap some DNA with meInsert tab D into slot P)Now I've got an SO, I said baby let's rollI got some candles and some music and the lights are real lowBut she just said no, cause what I said not long agoAnd now she's mad and I feel like my jeans are about to explodeOh No! How did this happen?I was under the impression ladies love them some rappinAnd the dancing and clapping, and she knows that I'm handsomeSo what if I said her sister looks like Scarlett Johansson?Looks like it's just practice againWho needs a woman when I have a little harem of 10?And I know everything I want, and I know everything I likeI just sit on it till it's numb and call it stranger's delightI'm psyched! ...now I'm depressedShame and the sadness and a hot little messSo just lemme get dressed and we can hit the arcadeAnd then commiserate together how we never get, ever get...[guitar solo]I make myself feel glamorous Altogether fabulous, avoid the disastrous Tracks get scandalous, I hope you're not mad at usCan't sac Troy when the Trojans can't handle usDon't pout, get sillyReboot, get gritty then invade your cityFor a hot young filly with a name like PracillyWho wants flapjacks, not wack, call Billy I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.(Three-year-old condoms on my shelfmight to handle it myself)I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.(D’know how to do it; have to ask.Forget which hole performs what task.)

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Your hand always feels so good in mineWell dilly-dally no way baby, hey, we're losing timeBombs and bullets are just part of the scenesAnd at the end your time is written like you've got a diseaseSo let's Split before you're ending up in a freezerThey put you on the cover till they don't really need yaThe hype gets out there and the book gets soldBut then they push ya stage left before your story gets told.Move, move, slide to theleft,move, move, slide to theright,drink, drink, bottle of,red,drink, drink, bottle ofwhiteI'm not crazy, maybe I have a dreamNo you're not the victim baby, I need you save meLet's make it the last scene, move on to the big screenKnow we're way too freaking indie to ever go mainstream You're the love of my life, hope you dig thatSay you gotta lotta luggage, we can lift thatIn no time they'll be wanting us deadOr I swear they'll have ya wearing little more than a treadMove, move, slide to theleft,move, move, slide to theright,drink, drink bottle of,dark,drink, drink bottle oflightWhat’s the worst thing that could happen if we were to bust out of these four fine walls?Creeping tempers flare we’ll find our answers there beyondthese four fine wallssure can bring it onShe walks down the darkest alleysShe got her bag clutched close to her breastShe takes her keys, hands shaking badlyChest, tight like hallways, ain't that alwaysThe way I see a damsel in distressPrincess not in this one but the nextAnd we wait, as we watch with some bated breathFor a caped crusader to save her from deathCuz all I'm seeing is repetitive penmanshipThat's steady lacking in ettiquette to feminist aesthetic , it's Strictly irrelevant, a tree house no moreWith a no girls allowed sign hung on the front doorAnd she's surrounded by walls closing inShe's feeling trapped, forced into the posesOutfits that cut off her circulation, toesAnd fingers into fists as she breaks through the fourth wallLike John Cusack at his finestWe can leave these walls behind usSkip the panels then get off of the pageWere not the first to do it baby, just check out my boy WadeAnd screw what the fans say, they made it go this wayJason paid with a Joker wielded crowbar to the brain Start to feel like all our issues and our days are numberedBut I promise we can find a new world that we can discoverI'm on a brand new crusadeOut to prove there's more to life than the number ya get paidThe number of stock sold, you can't keep it on the shelfYou can bring entire armies, I can do this by myself, uh huhYou're my Wonder Woman and my Power GirlIf I had my druthers I would tell entire worldsBut first we gotta move away from this curseEveryday we live with danger so how could it get worse? Huh?

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Girl,I know you've been so good.I know you're probably thinkingThat you don't need me anymoreBut when I look into you eyesMy stare can pierce your bodybelow your stitchingI know you're itchingI want you twitchingIf you need somebody who can studyyou can study with meI'll get you bloodyteach you all about your biolo--baby!It's OK.Ooh. You get so nervous.Get so nervousWhat you nervous aboutYou work it work it'til you feel like it's about to gobabyBirdieI feel like someone elseI could be your teacherand one thing's certainI've got the learning for your yearningOoh. You shiver and you shake.I ike the way your body is honest with meand copiously,you've soaked your pantiesOOooooo baby girl, howdy thereCan I stare? I don't think we've metPeerless and I'm fearless, rarely beerlessBut ya know I will not make you fretMake you sweat, get you setOn your mark? Then it's best to goBut I got some scars like Hush, and I need you to pushTill you feel like you're about to blowI'll be your slu*tty study buddy, with a slide rule and a strapAnd if you need me then I'll be there with a ScanTron for dat assI'll make you laugh, make you cry, make you want to say good byeBut don't worry about me, at a quarter past three, I'll be up on my feet, moving on with my life

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Stick a for in my, mamma, I'm done.That was the last good day on Earthwhen I lived there.Now it's all become a war because of you.Leaving is picture perfect.And look how we've seen it through.I wear my heart on my sleeve. chip on my shoulder. It gets a bit heavier as I grow olderRevolutionizing industry, we got on the teat Writing checks for you to cash, and never save the receipt Queuing up to the buffet with a couple of platesThen one day they say they ran out, I say they made a mistakeI cut my losses, hold my profits then move on to the nextBecause I had you when you're pretty and I have no regretsI gotta blast off, gotta take off till I'm free in the clearKeep em distracted with some actions, got stir up the fear And then move in with a redhead with a world of potential A down payment what I'm making. You were only a rentalDon't get mental, sometimes sacrifices have to be madeAnd let's be honest man, who really wants to stay in this place?So all your lovers they can love you till you're dead and you're goneAnd so long. Thanks for all of the fish. Au Revoir Hey Beefy I see we gotta write it out like graffiti.Gotta make it obvious, OK? No debating the deeper meaning.I want, I take, I get, then use it up.Swallow it whole, don't chew it up.Devour, diminish, demolish, I'm not finished.Then it's set 'em up, knock 'em down.Feed 'em up, and then bleed 'em out.Chop, chop, chop to divide them,Keep 'em medicated, don't excite them.Follow the light, believe the hype,don't look outside, it's heated now.Call this a myth? Just wait a bit.You'll suffer then, so believe me now.Get up, get up, it's Wheelie C.Everybody knows that I got to eat.I got ego, I got needs.I want to make another mouth to feed.I want a car and a new TV!I want it all, give it to me!Gonna build my legacy with an Octomommy pregnancy.Let's breed. Let's hatch.Let's pop 'em out and then spread 'em 'round.I need a match.We build it up, so let's burn it down.I love you. Your just my type.You're so perfect, you're so fine.I will use you, eat right through you,ruin you, make you mine.[chorus]Was it really better when you were alone?Say you're beautiful before guys like me came alongIt was plentiful, bountiful, and enjoyableYou act like I'm the only one who really made it horrible?Mother Gaia such a martyr, but you burn yourself Can you blame me just because I wanted something else? when I was born you said I'd never have to worryso I didn't, now you act like you're the one that's in a hurry, birdie Breaking no sweat for the truth. Don't want it.Can you put your finger on it?