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Calamity Cabin

Buckethead is an American guitarist and multi-instrumentalist. Buckethead's discography currently includes 435 studio albums (388 of which are in the Pike series), one live album, four special releases, five demo tapes, three solo DVD video releases, two DVD video releases with Cornbugs, three music videos, three solo videography releases, and 16 videography releases with other artists. Since 1994, Buckethead has released six studio recordings under the anagram of Death Cube K. He has released 74 works with other bands and artists (including his work as Death Cube K). The total number of studio albums, special releases, extended plays, demo tapes, and works with other bands and projects is 384. His guest appearances total 97. His videography releases total 19… more »

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Mobbing with the Click-Clack
Slide racks, ain't no wrist wraps
Pop caps when I spit facts
Pay the pig tax
Kitties all up in my crib takin' cat naps
While I pack snaps
Crackle, popped a seed, shit's a hassle
And the creed: Never Easily Defeated
All this C.R.E.A.M. can you believe it?
And it seems to fit the picture
Put the ink into the paper
Ain't no time for no eraser
Never phased
I blend the mixture
Gin Rummy, the elixir
Lookin' yummy
Like your bitch when she's asking me to bust all on her tummy
Little dummy
Lock jaw, and you think its funny
Hand jammed up the rear
But at least you getting money right?
You steady gunning right?
Flying high
So you think that any weak raps going to get by
'Cause you got racks
Need a Tic Tac
When you talk shit
Grab your skin flaps
Rip it off, sick
In my flip flaps
Later I'll be flopping on your bitch
Coppin eighths on fifth

Light up the wall like an arsonist
Pill bottles, lookin' like a pharmacist
Assist in the death of our youthfulness
The truth of it is, we abusing it
But we still got time for defusing
Its a problem, but we ain't losing it
We got to get a clue
Cancers that be leaching off your body
No answers, no voices
Like a dancer, no choices
But I hear noises
Break away and I box with the bros
Flows
I got to grow
Into bigger shoes
I reap and sow
I keep the bow
I heave and row
I need to know
If its all worth it
To keep the show
I got to glow up and tow the weight of my soul
Without selling it
Through hell and shit
Evil said we all got to Pay the Piper
Unless you act quick
Slick like a viper
But everybody's telling me to act a little nicer

Blunt got me shaking fool

Pullin' up quick
Got a pay day
Graph it up for the tricks
Send treats and I miss
Got to get up on this
While I'm hitting on this
Then I pass her to the Cabin when she get the boy's licks
Scratch going nice, so I'm finna get mad
Grab a bitch by the hair when I hit it from the back
Run in Hell with A.A.
Energized for days
From the brick of yay
Straight from my aunty down in Chile
Now I creep in quiet
Tip and toe, silent
Grip a dagger, violent
Give you a lobotomy
Bloody, on the key board
Control, Alt, reform your face
Like a shack in an east coast storm
With the blade, I attack and you'll be no more
See the shame in your eyes
You're behind closed doors
So I take your life, and I check off my last chore
Your no more
Pull the plug on your momma's life support
'Cause why not?
F*ck the whore
Roll myself a blunt
Spark it up in the whip
But go nowhere
Don't want to do shit
Except puff my spliff
Don't split the diff'
I don't miss
Pull it out, no kids
Squirts on the bitch
Squirts in the fridge
Then I do them tricks
On her itty-bitty tits
Don't dab with rigs
Got ghetto shit
MTV Cribs ain't come for this
Eating cactus, let's start to trip
Paint on the wall from my little sis
She mad talented
Mac and Cheese with the whisk
Need it with the disk
Groovy for the kicks
Hooked good for this
Bread and the chips
Cheddar in the dips
God, this is Bliss
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I got all kinds of flavors right here on tap, yeah
Fuckin' on Jill, 'cause I don't know Jack
A-Aron
I tell them bitches relax
She says I'm too tricky
I told that bitch perhaps
And I'm often hearing homies say the shit's too sticky
Asking me "What's up?"
Nothin' fucker, yeah I'm kicking
I just really stay high and stay busy
Asking me my problem
I don't know bro, ask Wiki
I stay makin' dollars, you make assumptions
I'll illuminate your head like a fuckin' pumpkin
Scooping out her guts, like its nothin'
Ha ha ha
Too rowdy for the fuckin' cops
Now tell me what kind of insurance that you got
'Cause I just pulled in to a really tight spot
Rear end your girl in the damn parking lot
I told her quit texting
Come and take it like a Texan
Yeah she spearmint and gumming
Asking all them questions
She a scientist, experiments
I'm her main obsession
Train her damn throat yeah
Talkin' bout chord progression
Yeah
Talkin' 'bout it
Talk about it
Shit more loud that a blue tooth speaker
Gassing bees out like a fuckin' Bee Keeper
Better clear them out before I bring the street sweeper
Keeping it more than 99 like a damn fever
Hundred

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