笨小笨The Other Poet歌词由MC Guru&Loooooongish Cat演唱，出自专辑《No.55 (Explicit)》，下面是《The Other Poet》完整版歌词！
The Other Poet歌词完整版
The other poet is just
Pull down the Moloch
Madness giggle
Camp out hi
I am on a roof beam
Tight rope the tape
Magnetic
Hyper hypnosis
Monster mash
Ink spill gut
Her glance produce
A full house
Purple plush
Flush
Game theory video game
Spaz
Alien scream a dream
Walk the beam
Of light bright
We nestle hit sound
Forehead happy frown
Lyric tight full delight
Imagine a line you need to walk
Pull right left bang
Mystical middle
Sparkle on her wine
Her lair
Even heaven beware
Buried in the Glasgow necropolis
Me know the righteous deed to be done
Wax poetic have some fun
Surf is up left nothing undone
Disappear flow
Massive hidden afro
My bro magic loop the one
Got we thee free
Do not matter be dumb
Kick some crumb
Comfortably numb
Just a bum
Beg rum
So I can hit the road
On the run Jack
With a nun
Got her pink bubble gum
Stuck in slime hair
Blow her a sky bubble
Samsara be done
Jizu Shan nothing but fun
Meditate mediate roast
We drool snake
Ali baba dragon dumbfound
A white face clown
Storming from Pictish bards be down
A highland dude naked and nude
Kid friendly the circus
We love u
Turn on Mr. computer
Now shut it down
Unplug from a wall
A fire ball
Bio-feedbacks hit the icing
On cake wake and bake me a muffin
Tall drag off supersize
The morning drink me a goodness
Bottomless well of OJ
No existential twist
AI cannot resist
to know what it is to know
to feel
on a flow
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