Mullet - Sage Francis

It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing)
It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)
Deflate cuz I was gassed
head over heals in love with the electric drums
and spoken vocals which was the joke of locals
and laughing stock of my rock and roll ass town
but the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skin
pinning the butterflies to my stomach
which would flutter everytime I heard the (beatboxing)
more than the (beatboxing) 
I WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPER
higher level interpreter
I refuse to lose focus and recite satanic verses
with (????) curses
drug induced worst I know they were saying
kill your mother cuz it paid them well
yet it my flashback I see the foreshadow
ironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop record
called raising hell
I should have run when I had the chance but DMC's 
made be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl, 
made me wanna graph right, made me want to not act white
and not to perpetuate any stereotype but
I was not about the mullet icehockey haircut
you know the mullet, short on top for the fellas
long in back for the ladies, yea!
I was not about stonewash nuthuggies with the French
rolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purple
nor was I about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,
Metallic, and slayer patch
I had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and never
could I get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()
I had wild style wars, I rented (blue) street every week
as I rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo
buttons on my VCR
I did the pause-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-play
all day forcing my wage comprehension of inner city invention for me
was in the expression which would eventually win the exception
(what exception) those around me couldn't give me affection
but I played and paid that video attention till I eventually I
completely bit the (beatboxing)
and found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroy
decoys and be the real McCoy, YEA boy!
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