City of Thieves

[Verse 1: Smooth Mike]
Every now and then I speak about the things I love to love and kick my fucking stomach up with fungus and the cobra touch
The shebas and the pussycat liquid caps [?] fucking monsters in my human stomach, wish that I could conjure vomit
Faces in the sky making faces at the man I am
Paintbrush the letters making pictures out of anagrams
Backpacks of mad caps and mad [capper?] tabernacles
Pitbulls and fistfuls of super magic candy apples

[Hook 1: Smooth Mike]
This life is amazing
Humans of the Earth, come with me, be my playthings
Slinging through the forest making love to creation and making love

[Verse 1 (continued): Smooth Mike]
Yo, love's the word I love to hear when ripping off your underwear
I disappear and make a beard of pubic hair I'm feeling weird
I love it when you ride my face and feel great that feels great
That's making love

[Hook 2: Disco Izrael]
You're just a crush in the city of thieves
A pretty girl in the leaves
You disappear in my dreams and bleed evil
Be evil, cold like the taste, I'm getting old in this place

[Verse 2: Disco Izrael]
I love it when you talk about my power grapes and how they taste
Delicious like the lamb shark, viscous like your fan art
You're flexible at best making vestiges of festivals
Rememberable in death making energy from vegetables
You love it when I make you think I'm make believe
I'm great to see and round up all my enemies and fuck the redded enemies
I'm terrible at chess you're drawing pictures on my chest with a perfect electric tentacle
You count in hexadecimals
But you were born with telephones with better folks and better homes
I should have grabbed a thicker rope to leave around my telescope
You're just a faceless fiction in a pastry dish
I hate to bitch but everything I ever touch will always bear the taste of this
(That's perfect dude, a lot harder too)
(mmm yeah)

[Hook 1: Smooth Mike]
This life is amazing
Humans of the Earth, come with me, be my playthings
Slinging through the forest making love to creation and making love

[Hook 2: Disco Izrael]
You're just a crush in the city of thieves
A pretty girl in the leaves
You disappear in my dreams and bleed evil
Be evil, cold like the taste, I'm getting old in this place