(Record scratch)
Yo,drop the beat, make it slow and grimy.
(Verse 1)
Sun bakes the clay,the sky is cracked and blue,
Ain't no water here,just a single, dusty view.
But then a rumble deep,a subterranean groan,
The whole hillside shudders,starts to moan and groan.
It ain't a landslide,nah, it's something more specific,
A slow-motion drip down a channel monolithic.
This ain't no poetry,this is geologic fact,
A mudslide makin'tracks down a giant's buttcrack.
(Chorus)
Slide,slow and thick, a dirty, dirty drag.
Oozin'through the canyon, a gritty, filthy slag.
It's the pull of gravity,a law you can't give back,
Like a magnetic attraction in a dirt-filled crack.
Mud on a mission,with a sticky, icky tack,
The great brown drip down the continental buttcrack.
(Verse 2)
Pebbles and sediment,a gritty, coarse confetti,
Makin'its way down a fissure, you can bet it.
It's a dirty job,but the earth's gotta do it,
Pushes through the pressure,you can't just eschew it.
This ain't no clean river,nah, this flow is rude,
A primordial sludge,a funky, dirt-filled mood.
It fills every crevice,with a squelchy, suckin' sound,
Turnin'solid bedrock into unstable ground.
(Chorus)
Slide,slow and thick, a dirty, dirty drag.
Oozin'through the canyon, a gritty, filthy slag.
It's the pull of gravity,a law you can't give back,
Like a magnetic attraction in a dirt-filled crack.
Mud on a mission,with a sticky, icky tack,
The great brown drip down the continental buttcrack.
(Bridge)
They call it erosion,a scientific name,
But I call it nature's game,a little bit of shame.
It's magnetic,the way the dirt and rock connect,
A tectonic takedown that you didn't expect.
A slag-pile shuffle,a gritty, grimy dance,
Takin'every single given chance.
(Outro)
Yeah...
Mudslide.
Buttcrack.
Dirty,dirty slag.
Magnetic.
Tack.
(Squelch sound)
...And that's that.
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