The words "Metal Mouse" have been trademarked by my lawyers at "It's All Good Man" and anyone who says otherwise is either a Pulp Fiction gimp or retarded.
Attack
Line up the verse of mongrels
Design their fate with vocals
Holding you
In contempt of c***
I'm dissing you
From my self-made boat
You want to buy boat?
We discuss later
Left foot, right foot
No
Got me in the balls
That's not an illegal move though
It's quite alright
In the verse house
With a cursed mouse
He's sh** ting everywhere
It's in my hair
It's on the chair
It's f***ing everywhere
Pulling your peg leg
Taking the Michael
Attack, attack
Attack, attack
Attack, attack
We're in your zine
But not by design
I am aware
That you've challenged me to a Zoop
We're in the fun house of decay
I'm on the east cloud
He's on the best cloud
Hey there pope friends
I'm the bard of Satans choice
Taking a peek at Moses beard
This situation isn't weird
I climbed Christ cross
And displaced that invisible moss
It was an easy crime
I did not honour the time
Jest the ticket
To fool the papers
Hello
I stand corrected
Even though I'm sitting down
I thought you was a jester
But evidently you're a clown
Clowns they make faces x2
Silents spaces
They've got places for silence you know
Stop
Green
Go to sleep
Red sleep
