Sit up and listen, I riff on the rhythm The sickest musician, the slickest magician Who'll slip and then zip into different positions While lifting a brick with no slip of permission
I'm not the most vicious of villian I'm nicking it just to make vanilla thrilling I'm not into killing, but if you were Given the gift of intuition Then keep me within your peripheral vision 'Cause I'm of a jittery disposition
I'm a nervous guy that perfers to hide I'm terribly shy and I don't know why
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