Correction Lyrics Cataclysmic Circles ... World is Round by Grits

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Monumental imbecile, please tell me how does it feel
To come against something that you really know nothing about
Twist and shout, the checker's chubby and he has his grubby
Little hands all around the microphone, so what’s next
Ecstatic, Asiatic causin static from the attic
Do a back flip, my shirt flops up revealing privacy
I'm live ya see, plus I catch Arthritis reading Titus
Lyrics combust, inflaming gums like Gingivitis
Right is my method, typically the bump bump
Change it, estrange it, rearrange it, still the bump bump
I remember one time my mama told me not to eat all the baloney
But I ate all the baloney anyway, but I won't do that again cuz she whipped my butt so good
She didn’t have to slap me with her house shoes, but you know what I'm saying
You gotta do what you must - forgive me, I'm ramblin'
Weird Science, how you describe me on Bone's alliance
Collagen injected in the lips, connected at the hip
Cataclysmic Circles in purple hazes raises brows
'cause of portentous standpoints
I hand joints, not the rolled -up kind, but the fat kind
To my man, he slides the butter from his hand

Everyone's invited to the circle
Come on in, and do bring a friend 'cause when
The kids on a natural high, we’ll boogie till we die
Eruptin’ the spot like the Forth of July
Everyone's invited to the circle
Come on in, and do bring a friend ’cause when
The kids on a natural high, we'll boogie till we die
Eruptin' the spot like the Forth of July

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