Are you enjoying that? Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!
I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face To give you mothafuckas a taste Of whatever I'm kickin' Damn, the shit is finger-lickin' Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin' Flickin' The cunt-ilingous real tough 'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin' ear muffs Lick it up Because I gets to the point Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing vapors Where the papers? Because I wanna get high Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky I'm quite disgusted When some gets apathetic I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like cryogenics Anasthetic, carbon monoxide A mind-meld Pressure on your mind until your mind swells It's something weird
Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!) Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!)
Listen as I mingle You start to tingle You peep the jingle I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single Lyrics illuminate like some candles Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles Dimension X is the port to imagination Desecration Of the body, mind deprivation In relation To the son of man you can't avoid 'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink Floyd Can you see me? Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me A hexogonic case Skeleton face On your TV Turn the channel And I'll just reappear And make sure that we're all cleeaarr... On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em' I aim to split em' And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I'm bringin' Pain to your ears loud and clear So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird
Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!) Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down... (Weird!!)
I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent In fact, a lunatic is not always insane Society bends the mind intends to give pain Maintain long enough to live your life Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid Looking for my mind, I think I lost it And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna talk shit I give a fuck not what you think I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink So think Sucka Mothafucka You besta back up Before I crack up And nut-up And fuck yo' ass up I rip the rhyme like it has to be What's my mental capacity You're askin' me I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale I'm walkin' a ghostly trail Scratches from the fingernails Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state But wait, it gets better, just wait Something weird....
Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!) Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!) Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!) Check the sound Peep this freaky shit goin' down Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know (Weird!!)
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