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Second Stone

from Aim Less by The Mispronouncer

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1. I’m not without sin, but I’ll cast the second stone
And however many more it takes to drive the lesson home.
There’s no puddle too shallow for some dunce to drown in.
There’s no crowd small enough for some to stand out in.
Don’t tie the noose unless you’re really gonna use it.
Don’t gripe about your life unless you spit it over music.
The king of the jungle ain’t the lion, it’s the heat or the disease.
Sacrifice your dignity if there’s a creature to appease.
Please know I’m neither lover nor fighter.
Neither snuffer nor igniter, neither cutter nor biter.
I don’t define my terms, because what’s a term worth?
I’ll probably die before I find out if my sperm works.
Parasitic people pride themselves on giving out the best hugs.
Size only matters if you think sex does.
Let lust castrate you, yet you disdain me?
I prefer bathwater to babies.
Chorus: Two wrongs! Make One right!
Never turn your back on a riot that you incite!
I push! And you, you pull!
Try to tell me that that empty glass is half full!
White noise! I Black out!
Fall asleep on the broken shards of my glass house!
You get! What you fall for!
Haven’t I seen you everywhere before?

2. I’m not without sin, but I’ll cast the second stone.
I wanna be admired from a distance and then left alone.
If your bark is anemic, you can always bite harder.
Don’t you find your glory gets diminished by a partner?
Whose heart I gotta break to get a guilt trip ‘round here?
It takes more muscles to object than to pout, dear.
Where romance once bloomed now only thistles grow.
I squat with mononucleosis underneath the mistletoe.
None of you over-laughers get the jokes.
In a perfect world all you dirty girls’d have your cameras revoked.
If you see me as a project, prepare for a mess.
I’d rather kamikaze then let you call me your success.
Give me an inch and I’ll take a light year.
Survival of the unfit, in fact they thrive here.
Monkey see, monkey do: superior to you.
I’m a little too clean cut for you scene sluts.

Chorus: Two wrongs! Make One right!
Never turn your back on a riot that you incite!
I push! And you, you pull!
Try to tell me that that empty glass is half full!
White noise! I Black out!
Fall asleep on the broken shards of my glass house!
You get! What you fall for!
Haven’t I seen you everywhere before?

Bridge: I accent the accidents and underline the undermining.
I highlight the hindsight and point out it wasn’t timed right.
I am narrowing the focus on the folks that wanna soak us
In this bogus hocus pocus. You can’t know us if you own us.
I am not impressed with the distress of maidens imprisoned in towers
Or the knights in shining armor who aspire to be martyrs
Or the kids who see the future in their navels, few details.
Just a sense that anything they touch will never fail .

3. I’m not without sin, but I’ll cast the second stone.
Man doesn’t feed the crows with stale bread alone.
You brandish blandness like a blunt weapon.
One false step, here comes a dumb confession.
You need to relearn how to dance like somebody’s watching.
Maggots ate the cake under your frosting.
Just how little is your phony persona concealing?
Only infants turn to bottles to control their feelings.
The second weakest link sucks but ducks blame forever.
My guilty pleasure is denying you your guilty pleasures.
This prodigal son ate the wrong pig’s supper.
Not feelin’ fraternal, you just called the wrong kid “brother.”
I create and spread fiction just to cancel the facts.
I’m chewing on the straw that broke the camel’s back.
You’re consuming your own tail, you can cancel dessert.
You commit to hold your ground, that’s a handful of dirt.

Chorus: Two wrongs! Make One right!
Never turn your back on a riot that you incite!
I push! And you, you pull!
Try to tell me that that empty glass is half full!
White noise! I Black out!
Fall asleep on the broken shards of my glass house!
You get! What you fall for!
Haven’t I seen you everywhere before?

Outro: Haven’t I seen you everywhere before? (x4)
I make rap songs ‘cause I always get the last word (x5)
(You’re so vain you probably think this song is not about you)

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from Aim Less, released August 9, 2010
The Mispronouncer made the beat.
The Mispronouncer wrote the words.
The Mispronouncer performed the vocals.

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