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With the tv providing background noise I randomly caught Fox's Robin Robinson saying the words black market breast milk for a story they were leading into. I could not contain my excitement for how awesome of a band name that would be. I opted to make it a song instead.
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It’s bars beyond, it’s barely a blip
It hits you hard before you got grip
It’s a flash of light to shook to the core
So bell rung, it couldn’t reverb more
Echo wobble, echo echo wobble wobble
Echo wobble- wobble
I’m wonky, rap raw out of a walky-talky
Hip Hop hopscotch drawn awfully chalky
Easily washed out, gone from a light rain
I wish my career was as severe as my wrist pain
Echo wobble, echo echo wobble wobble
Echo wobble- wobble
Black Market breast milk, who wants some titty
Sometimes you gotta grovel for survival
One of a thousand deaths- new arrival
Where you wallow at is bound to be what you smell like
In so much ear hole, it ain’t hard to tell right?
Echo wobble, what’s buzzing all your bees about
Echo wobble, the funk just eases out
Get that suckle, find that squeeze
Get that fungal, get that cheese
Scowl face, I always look pissed
Dickies belt buckle, ice pack wrist
If this is ride or die, I’m gonna be a cold corpse
Became be a better man, but I still got the mind warps
Black Market breast milk, who wants some titty
Echo wobble, echo echo wobble wobble
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