Author: Otto S. Fishbein

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Sunday Comics

The notes’ll flow, yo, for the words I speak, rap is weak so I teach and I reach a positive vibe. A way of life is how I’m livin’, so get hype to the rhythm! Sunday ‘Mix is the crew, ya hear, yeah, designed a rhyme I just won’t fear. Back to react, enough is enough; let me ask you a question: what time is love?

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Sunday Comics

I was raised from the rubble. Butt naked’s body double. Bullet bursting the bubble, like a bridge that’s over trouble. I read the Sunday Comics, then worshipping the Devil — in my eyes a compromise and I’m the man in the middle.

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Sunday Comics

Why you rolling waves over me now? That’s all I need…Sunday. Waiting on Seattle to find me, be forgiven — I’ll be a regular guy for you, I never said…Comics. Why’re you looking so beautiful to me now when you’re so sad?

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Sunday Comics

How you doing today? Looking into my eyes and your eyes turn grey. Sunday Comics, all talk all sway — end of the week we gonna get paid! It’s a halle-fucking-lujah, now we gonna do ya — “Good good” “Well for goodness sake!” — seen it in your face and your hair turned grey.

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Sunday Comics

Skibidi wa pa pa/skibidi wa pa pa pa pa/skibidi wa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa skibidi pa pa/skibidi poom poom ice/skibidi Sunday Comics ice/skibidi poom poom poom poom poom pa pa poom poom/skibidi pa pa

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Sunday Comics

We’re your toast, we’re your butter; we’re the comix in the gutter. We’re your respite, when in need; want some joke, without screed. You know us, we’re your friend; your mean joy, thick and thin…Sunday Comics, man.

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Sunday Comics

Oh my God you take the biscuit, treating me this way! Expecting me to treat you well no matter what you say. How can I turn the other cheek? It’s black and bruised and torn! I’ve been waiting since the day that I was born…Take the Sunday Comics and fill them up some way.

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Sunday Comics

¿Qué voy a hacer? Je ne sais pas. ¿Qué voy a hacer? Je ne sais plus. ¿Qué voy a hacer? Je suis perdu. ¡Sunday Comics, mi corazón!

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Sunday Comics

See, I must look and laugh; inside this no head no tale — same water. No light, still day…Shagari himself say,
“the Sunday Comics country is collapsing.”

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Sunday Comics

You wore white, smiling as you took my hand. So removed, you read Sunday Comics in France. Minutes passed with shallow words, years have passed and still the hurt — I can see you now, smiling as I pulled away.