Magazine by Crown Hutch Lyrics

Over-stepping in bounds what's been allowed of me/
If you could wanna punch me you could be proud of me, yeah/
Distilled ass apples always spill out of me/
And these sucka mothafuckas wanna hug and love me/

Hula hooped to jukebox stocked with vinyls/
I broke into the crime lab and I stabbed your spinals/
Praise be Allah, I'm trying to eat your children/
Phil Jackson showerin, and i will and still grin/
Militantly pleasant, i appear as a peasant/
My mouth i guess she says is always bent in a crescent/

One iota more pristine, I'm Ayatollah Pensacola/
You young computer troller, I'm the camp comptroller/

Haunt restaurants/ so you can live to seat me/
I'm crunchy, trust me, you don't wanna eat me/
I wanna meet people that don't wanna meet me/
Stalker-thousand-feet, myspace-delete me/

I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/
I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/
Everything is cool, nothing is cool/

I'm your narcoleptic brother/ Mother hen of em all/
And I got the stethoscopic means to the other end of the vault/
And I know you can't see me, I'm ahead of em all, and you're behind em all, let me rewind the wall/

Bitch, damn straight i can align the dinnerplate/
Fuck are you thinking? I designed the interfaced/

A Puerto Rican Sin Committee after dinner mint/
Spinning on your lips and you can't tell if it's winter-mint/

You're a book spine/ and I unwinded the bindings/
Cracked windshield, archeological findings/

I'm a stop-and-go rest-stop program-on-your-desktop/
You're Cheap-skate spring break sweepstakes models
Ask if when the shoot's through do you keep the bottles/

Adhesive throttle/ with a gravity issue/
My head sooted, led-footed make you wish you were Hutch

I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/

I'm glad that you can tell whether or not I'm alive/
Everything is cool, nothing is cool/
Graffiti in your math book and pastel pterodactyls/
Delegated in fractals/
B.Y.O. terabytes night/ Welcome D.I.Y. Die Conference

Winced at the clover prince/ Over since the glints splintered/
Winter before last past/
Turkish glass slashing passing glass-cut busts of my brother's ass/
Splashing in the infrastructure seltzer/

What's your last wish?/
Rubber-covered hovercraft bus, idling desert dust/

We must beware the Asian-crustacean-cool-clubkid thumpin somethin/
Slumpin-dungeon-basskick is basic and i open faces crustless/
Was this what the bumpkin was thumpin/
Thumbless i leave no thumbprints/
Jumpin hurdles/ leavin fences defenseless as turtles

Tutus/ Bruised fruit/ Brain-lames of the same name: Lame brain
Dinner dates/ ankle weights, weak legs/

Pegs on an axis practice and assess access/ DOT DOT DOT/ In your ear

Denied Great Dane eyes/ Computerized Hawaii thighs facilitate boner-risings/
Island spies wind the Miser winding Budweiser-truths/
I'm in the booth/
Lies grinding on the ground/ pounding up from down-
Pounding up from down town/
Pounding down from down town/
Astounding Basset Hound Headquarters/
Spilt raw milk spoils split between encryptment coder's daughters and they're honored/
I don't give a fuck I'm actually also honored/

That magazine had a map in it, Hutch, That magazine had a map/
That magazine had a ma- OH, BITCH THAT WAS A MAP/
That maga- NO, bitch that was a map/
That magazine had a magazine in it, Hutch/
Bitch that was a map/
That magazine had a little map of a magazine/
Shit, no dude/ but bitch that was a map/

I think I'm way down and I think I'm way down dirt/
Suckas searchin for work/ I'm fuckin stuck in Kentucky hurt/
My belt unbuckled ugly and I'm lucky i fuck/
You're lucky you suck/
Alright time is up/
HUTCH/