Mulatto by Colby Brown Marron Lyrics
*PRAISE GOD PRAISE GOD PRAISE GOD* (throughout piece)
The Anti-King...
Stomp out the discordian bruh
Replace him, every tube known to mankint
Tis glide as featherweight
Blake spoke of chastity
But known not to the egos
Of eccentric millionaires
Chuse the wickedry
Off tha blazen moors
Attuned wickedness
To the white hen
Of featherweight's yesteryear
Forhetting the wol'd
The anchor of a thousand men's feet
Crop
Divide
Bespеctor
Change into meaning
Water, t'likеn'ess
Ass to twill brazer
Tine to feelings of discare
Mace to nill of ture’n
Afflicace!
Regard, our moly mates mine ore
To make
Mic's into mares
And tred to soft'ness of spirit
And tweaq polite on hocket
Red'silvery jewels to mayne
All disastred'ness, to golf ye hither
N tithe
Tyune to tha million
And body spled aycre theyr disasstr a'riyte
Anchoff. the can in a basket, ike to tire a limericks off ht'eaven, again jin to spill o'er 40 o'pline
Tio
Tia
Musted rakes t'omato
N'ave tee yarls swing left till right
Chayl foreign'ly, gask ine mond
A young turkish of god
Isles then, isles-fayled course sworn
Ill-born
Pile there yule ike o‘ffa god
Klee tha bosom to secrecy
Yak in toff qwarders fer mates, fee nay’th
For'ners, yak a cou'le riytes for'nly theyr
Bask in outlet of y'eaven
And smile wizardry at you
For mayne is not alive until he sworn off his miynd
Te'worj on after, on time
Te'wuatter of blacke they askn fyr jacqk
‘nd mayster the werld's nyuewly boyrn
Unto file nd hevnly raynqck
Ion te da quarter, Paztec yulely
Ne'er gotten peace to the mayb awff hevenly lack
He brayk off olyd meyn, he brayk off olyd meyn, he brayk off olyd meyn
The Anti-King...
Stomp out the discordian bruh
Replace him, every tube known to mankint
Tis glide as featherweight
Blake spoke of chastity
But known not to the egos
Of eccentric millionaires
Chuse the wickedry
Off tha blazen moors
Attuned wickedness
To the white hen
Of featherweight's yesteryear
Forhetting the wol'd
The anchor of a thousand men's feet
Crop
Divide
Bespеctor
Change into meaning
Water, t'likеn'ess
Ass to twill brazer
Tine to feelings of discare
Mace to nill of ture’n
Afflicace!
Regard, our moly mates mine ore
To make
Mic's into mares
And tred to soft'ness of spirit
And tweaq polite on hocket
Red'silvery jewels to mayne
All disastred'ness, to golf ye hither
N tithe
Tyune to tha million
And body spled aycre theyr disasstr a'riyte
Anchoff. the can in a basket, ike to tire a limericks off ht'eaven, again jin to spill o'er 40 o'pline
Tio
Tia
Musted rakes t'omato
N'ave tee yarls swing left till right
Chayl foreign'ly, gask ine mond
A young turkish of god
Isles then, isles-fayled course sworn
Ill-born
Pile there yule ike o‘ffa god
Klee tha bosom to secrecy
Yak in toff qwarders fer mates, fee nay’th
For'ners, yak a cou'le riytes for'nly theyr
Bask in outlet of y'eaven
And smile wizardry at you
For mayne is not alive until he sworn off his miynd
Te'worj on after, on time
Te'wuatter of blacke they askn fyr jacqk
‘nd mayster the werld's nyuewly boyrn
Unto file nd hevnly raynqck
Ion te da quarter, Paztec yulely
Ne'er gotten peace to the mayb awff hevenly lack
He brayk off olyd meyn, he brayk off olyd meyn, he brayk off olyd meyn