What'd I miss?
900 cc's of the raw in one fist
The b**'s dumb blitz
Order in the court where the mortars jump bricks
Everybody, lung on the table, this point/counterpoint
Aesop has the murkiest, yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh)
And after bubblegum, he sink into the sofa
Clicker the pilot his broadcasted choice of cobra (hissssss)
The venom remains the same game of stale coctions
Camo'd with the now on the metal satellite options
Whatever's good I got this grey path dug (true)
But yani covered caps to make the pain worse than it was (nooo)
Playin marbles (playin marbles) hit by a bus (hit by a bus)
Death is sweet (death is sweet) hell sucks (sucker)
Damien probably wishin I'd donate a f***
This s***'s chiller than any conversation I've had in months
The iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy)
So when he extended a hand to planets plutos(?) went snoopy
And perfect sick of patients burnt to crispy critters like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers
Mmm, poor so critters
Lick chopped chicken, who dares lick a shot at pigeons?
Why I oughta (Vast get em!)
He surfs city circuits for the power and the glory
To the cowards in the quarry, you will always blink before me
It's Doc Roc pull effect, campfire stories
Like I threw ya mama from the train for tryin to front on Voorhies
He finds the garbage more inspiring than the good stuff (right)
His ink sleeps while the military look tough
Look, I'm sorry, crooked priority list
But Mr. USA up all night's blackened heart already skips
I'm 'bout to crash this b**** to hibernate
Tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy when he hosts Blind Date
It goes spit on CNN and force the war back through the cable box
Gremlins are like stage props aimed that made his names dropped
So now he ignorant, right? (right?)
No (no) he just accepts the inevitable apocalyptic syllabus
Sing along, two cadaves' of chemical poison, then watch him bring it on
Dag nabbit, that cat's b******
I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges
of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains
He's numb to the guns (right)
Thanks to the tank can
Glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (put 'em up!)
Enough hope(?) for the world's hand baskets
Enough stog's for the world's hand captured (come on)
Numb to the guns (riiiight)
Now he touch b***ons that'll re-route infantry
Yes doggie, recognize the history
Yes doggie, recognize the misery
Switch for element of surprise and demise (come on)
From m-16's to disco in hula-hoops
Murder the fads before the fads murder you and yours
Me and mine find T&A on TNT
Bleeds into the iris more than TNT on DNA (oh)
Morbid but important (right?) I know, STOP
Mork pork Mindy in this episode, WATCH
He owe WB buzz over the rumbling cannons and lest amateurs, bystander a***yst
Went thru the "holy f*****' s***, I'm gonna die!" phase
now it's "Well, I'm gonna die, lets get this party's sides raised.."
So when they ask "Whats your opinion on the war?"
I tell 'em "War sucks donkey d***. What's the Knicks' score?"
Maybe it's his allergies, no horns and pitchforks (umm, umm)
Dusk muskrat (uhmm)
eleven tusk jab (uhmm)
A look at bloodbath lake and then peg 'em on
Television preg-a-nant and medicine is born
Yet a mean doubt community duel glazed over blank, white sockets
Lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver the crocs right up out they options
Novacaine, bloodwork spooned thru the loch ness
Hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck
So when the nozzles hit his nostrils he don't give a f***
After all, its just like on TV around the clock
The thorns are real and anger management is not
He's numb to the guns (right)
Thanks to the tank can
Glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (put 'em up!)
Enough hope(?) for the world's hand baskets
Enough stog's for the world's hand captured (come on)
Numb to the guns (riiiight)
Now he touch b***ons that'll re-route infantry
Yes doggie, recognize the history
Yes doggie, recognize the misery
Switch for element of surprise and demise (come on)
900 cc's of the raw in one fist
The b**'s dumb blitz
Order in the court where the mortars jump bricks
Everybody, lung on the table, this point/counterpoint
Aesop has the murkiest, yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh)
And after bubblegum, he sink into the sofa
Clicker the pilot his broadcasted choice of cobra (hissssss)
The venom remains the same game of stale coctions
Camo'd with the now on the metal satellite options
Whatever's good I got this grey path dug (true)
But yani covered caps to make the pain worse than it was (nooo)
Playin marbles (playin marbles) hit by a bus (hit by a bus)
Death is sweet (death is sweet) hell sucks (sucker)
Damien probably wishin I'd donate a f***
This s***'s chiller than any conversation I've had in months
The iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy)
So when he extended a hand to planets plutos(?) went snoopy
And perfect sick of patients burnt to crispy critters like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers
Mmm, poor so critters
Lick chopped chicken, who dares lick a shot at pigeons?
Why I oughta (Vast get em!)
He surfs city circuits for the power and the glory
To the cowards in the quarry, you will always blink before me
It's Doc Roc pull effect, campfire stories
Like I threw ya mama from the train for tryin to front on Voorhies
He finds the garbage more inspiring than the good stuff (right)
His ink sleeps while the military look tough
Look, I'm sorry, crooked priority list
But Mr. USA up all night's blackened heart already skips
I'm 'bout to crash this b**** to hibernate
Tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy when he hosts Blind Date
It goes spit on CNN and force the war back through the cable box
Gremlins are like stage props aimed that made his names dropped
So now he ignorant, right? (right?)
No (no) he just accepts the inevitable apocalyptic syllabus
Sing along, two cadaves' of chemical poison, then watch him bring it on
Dag nabbit, that cat's b******
I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges
of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains
He's numb to the guns (right)
Thanks to the tank can
Glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (put 'em up!)
Enough hope(?) for the world's hand baskets
Enough stog's for the world's hand captured (come on)
Numb to the guns (riiiight)
Now he touch b***ons that'll re-route infantry
Yes doggie, recognize the history
Yes doggie, recognize the misery
Switch for element of surprise and demise (come on)
From m-16's to disco in hula-hoops
Murder the fads before the fads murder you and yours
Me and mine find T&A on TNT
Bleeds into the iris more than TNT on DNA (oh)
Morbid but important (right?) I know, STOP
Mork pork Mindy in this episode, WATCH
He owe WB buzz over the rumbling cannons and lest amateurs, bystander a***yst
Went thru the "holy f*****' s***, I'm gonna die!" phase
now it's "Well, I'm gonna die, lets get this party's sides raised.."
So when they ask "Whats your opinion on the war?"
I tell 'em "War sucks donkey d***. What's the Knicks' score?"
Maybe it's his allergies, no horns and pitchforks (umm, umm)
Dusk muskrat (uhmm)
eleven tusk jab (uhmm)
A look at bloodbath lake and then peg 'em on
Television preg-a-nant and medicine is born
Yet a mean doubt community duel glazed over blank, white sockets
Lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver the crocs right up out they options
Novacaine, bloodwork spooned thru the loch ness
Hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck
So when the nozzles hit his nostrils he don't give a f***
After all, its just like on TV around the clock
The thorns are real and anger management is not
He's numb to the guns (right)
Thanks to the tank can
Glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (put 'em up!)
Enough hope(?) for the world's hand baskets
Enough stog's for the world's hand captured (come on)
Numb to the guns (riiiight)
Now he touch b***ons that'll re-route infantry
Yes doggie, recognize the history
Yes doggie, recognize the misery
Switch for element of surprise and demise (come on)