Clutch
EP • 2001
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Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm So tell me, when you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test Did you know the answers or did you guess? You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans And act all urban to jack-up your SoundScan What's the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically? Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary? Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation You look like Snuffleupagus and Australopithecus Me Cray, you abacus But enough about you, let's talk about me And how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy Making Nobel Prize winners question their notions of reality Oh, but I digress… you play Sorry!, I play chess King's pawn to B3, checkmate, go get some Percocets Ahaha haha Careful with that mic, Weezy Do you really think it's that easy? Mmm, this is really good ice cream! You want some of it? Oh, my bad, I didn't know you were lactose intolerant Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away Only friends you keep are those you pay Always on the ready for the wack snack attack I carry sandwiches around in a straight-edge style Jansport backpack Got the gadget Q gave Bond. Take control of your mind and make you jump in a pond Go "quack quack" and flap your arms, leave you confused, but completely unharmed Ahaha haha Careful with that mic, Weezy Do you really think it's that easy? Do you really think it's true That up above they can't hear you? Ahaha haha Now look here Both you and I know that the past ten years have been rather intense I'm ashamed to admit that I've been fooled by the seductions of violence People walking around with ugly auras At times I'm even tempted to seek the advice of Dr. Laura But I ignore her And I take a deep breath and count to ten Ain't gonna let it get under my skin Take a deep breath and count to ten Think of all the nice places that I’ve been Like back when I was waging peace against the Visigoths I was tutored in the ancient mysteries by a wisened philosophe Learned the polyrhythm of celestial time And wait for the one to come and get it done to finish the rhyme Ahaha Careful with that mic, Weezy Do you really think it's that easy? Do you really think it's true That up above they can't hear you? Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm Ahaha haha Mmhmm, mmhmm
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 26, 2026
Back to the beginning, start it up What's the matter, brother? Does the drought got you down? Open up the bomb shelter, sweep it on out Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves Andromeda is weeping. Inside, one teardrop swims Brave Useless in training, less a millimeter thin Release the Kraken! Get the sacrifice on! Release the Kraken! Good God, y'all! Useless the Younger, we pray for you You know we got your back in whatever you do Bathysphere bobbing in Eyeball Bay Black lash crashes, forty foot waves Cepheus is holding Cassiopeia's free hand As the Kraken breaks the surface making bee-line to the land In Greek legend, the son of Zeus and Danae He and his mother were set adrift in a chest, but rescued by the intervention of Zeus He was brought up by King Polydectes Who, wishing to secure Danae, got rid of him by encouraging him In the almost hopeless task of obtaining the head of the Medusa! With the help of the gods, he was successful, and with the head Which turned all that looked on it into stone, he rescued Andromeda And later metamorphosed Polydectes and his guests to stone Metamorphosed into stone Metamorphosed into stone Metamorphosed into stone Metamorphosed into stone
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 26, 2026
(Organ, organ, organ) Organ grinder's henchmen, shaking their coins in time "Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine." Behind the courthouse, atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face "You will not have learned until I return to give my executioner the chase." The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins From the places in between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins Widow in the furrow with thimbles hasn't seen her face in years Kneels into a puddled reflection to find it is just as she's feared And in the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head "You will not return until you have learned what you've forfeited." The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins From the places in between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins Baby on a threshold with silver, breath rises from its lips Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette And in the cradle, a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones A young journeyman with passion, silently recites the oath The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins From the places in between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins From the places in between that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 26, 2026
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