Jack Jetson - Blue Moon lyrics

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Jack Jetson - Blue Moon lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack Jetson] Deformed frog spawn Three legs and one long horn The wrong one born 'Bout as normal as Norman Osborn The bomb's torn heavens in half, we sat on God's lawn And kicked back, munching on the blood splattered popcorn My mind's like the stars in the sky On late nights I take flight like alien crafts in space heights My brake lights, the ember of green that glows red The lifecycle born alive to grow dead My whole head, infected with ghosts that won't shed My soul fled, left me a note he wrote in lead I'm in over my head like scuba diving snorkelers Turning Ninja Turtles into mutant giant tortoises I wage war on dictionaries and thesauruses 'Cause life got me reaching for the trees like Brontosauruses I'm on the rawest tip: keep your ill bottom gauge You'll never be is ill as Johnny Strange [Hook: Jack Jetson] I walk across the face of the moon With no space suit, blaze a zoot and take in the view f** oxygen, my grade will do, inhaling the fumes I look around as I appreciate the taste of the blues I walk across the face of the moon With no space suit, blaze a zoot and take in the view You're spitting wack sh**, but f** a couple haters I'll slew the whole atlas with intergalactic alien crews [Verse 2: Jack Jetson] Ayo, I animate, grammar-tate Pictures print acetate With canta spray canvas in the portrait of the shadow scape Tarot play the hand of fate Dip in the pallet paint Hanging from the gallows waiting for my head to snap and break Flight of the navigator Fight like a gladiator Words in my mind like designs on a pad of paper Write like an animator In the land of danger f** a knife you could lose your life to the hand of nature Morty colour canvas painter Couldn't crack the code I mastered flows and I don't want the secrets of my craft exposed War in the battle zones I walk through the catacombs Slashing throats with an icepick like Sharon Stone Assa**in mode, my mental homes the pleasure zone Living in the terror dome, my prophecy was set in stone Hip-Hop running through my veins like its methadone Doctor Strange listen to my brain through the stethoscope [Hook]

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