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Twin Hemis - that's a sphere
Pistons and engines
Automobiles and the interstate system
Cold War rivalries, splitting the hemispheres
I can't say what I'm feeling and I don't know what I'm drawing
Irish Girls who are proud of their culture
And the ones who aren't Irish at all
Dye their hair
You've got a little Jewish in you
But that won't stop you from stopping him in his tracks
Aggro creatures in passive environments
I hooked my Game Boy to the internet
You've got a recommendation for a game
Well, fuck your derivatives
And fuck your curiosity

Basketball fever on the North side
For that comeback, comparison, and circumvented injury
I'll be your Bankshot Hombre for a while
I'll roll a couple hundred miles in a week
To your house.

I've got a Mak-10 and hops in my ride
Anti-suburban hypocrite autocide
Twentyone people want to know
About my stage play where I bump you off
Your fictionalized weakness is such catharsis
As your arrogance and self-satisfaction keels beneath mine
And you're bitching
About some strange auto mechanic
From a place Thomas Edison wrote a letter to once

Basketball fever on the North side
For that comeback, comparison, and circumvented injury
I'll be your Bankshot Hombre for a while
I'll roll a couple hundred miles in a week
To your house.

Pick and roll and through your legs
Behind my back and slam
Keep your feet flat for a rebound
You're waiting two months later
The ball's still in the air.

Do you walk to school
Or carry your lunch
Or buy a soda
At the corner gas station
Or park on the street
Or break out a side door
Or play cell-phone bowling in the bathroom
With your pants down

Shit's gotta fly and walls have to rattle
For a turkey and a 203

Basketball fever on the North side
For that comeback, comparison, and circumvented injury
I'll be your Bankshot Hombre for a while
I'll roll a couple hundred miles in a week
To your house.

I'll be your Bankshot Hombre for a while
And I'll keep ballin' till you're not serious
Rimshot, or nothing but air
And Bankshot Hombre should ride again



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On Friday August 19th, 2005, Solace (1425) writes:
The way you express yourself is a fresh face, confession sparing nothing, but still hiding details but acting like its not...i am much impressed...



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