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Groovy Gravy, Murderous Beatnik

I met her on the mountain, there I took her life. I met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife. - Tom Dooley, by The Kingston Trio C hill big daddy and focus your audio. This cat’s about to lay down some beat, dig? Groovy Gravy’s this hipster hatchet

who gets his kicks slippin’ squares the ol’ turkey carver. He ain’t no gin mill cowboy wiggin’ out and blowin’ his jets. Nah, he’ll go ape when things is swingin’ and get a big tickle out of stickin’ some cubes. Pigs say he’s bad news, but ain’t no daddy-o in this galaxy ever had him bug ‘em. That’s a lot to noodle out, but don’t get no bright disease and turn stoolie. Groovy Gravy’s got a nose for it and no matter how you haul ass, he’ll catch wind and you won’t make the scene. Best dummy up if you can, cherry tree if you can’t.

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