Lyrics
I was mushroom picking, this afternoon-tripping
Who let the lunatic-in the park where the kids-sitting?
Took big-shit-in the sand-pit,
And wiped my ass with this mans-picnic blanket, And ran for it,
Frantic, panicky, lost my sanity,
The day that my family banished-me, for causing anarchy,
Walking calamity, mentalities-dumb,
Spiked the drinks at the school charity-run,
The psychiatrics said that it’s likely-that,
I might-be slightly-tapped how I write-these-raps,
Fuck-it, throw me the bucket, I wanna puff-it,
Put my hands up-it like a puppet, pull the bag and suck-it,
Muppet, I’ll cough up the resin and smoke-that-too,
And once we’ve smoked-that, it’s coke-crack, Prozac-too!
Bungee off of Big Ben with the rope-snapped-dude,
And fell with a broke-back, in a hoes-lap with no-track-suit,
I expose-raps like Kodak-do,
Developed, you fellers are jealous, coz you’re sucking more than Kojak-do,
You joke-rappers know-that’s-true, like a stone-statue,
Frozen in shock, jaws dropping on your toe-capped-shoes,
Like “you-wrote-dude?” when I’m dropping off-the-top,
On the spot, non stop, I’ve fucking lost-the-plot,
My brains-stuck-in-overdrive,
So it aint-fucking-no-surprise, I’m sick there aint-nothing-over-five,
The new-sadistic, futuristic, and super-sick,
I wouldn’t choose-to-risk-it, your groups-simplistic and too-predictive,
Got a crucifix, with a bag-of-nails for you faggot-frail,
Motherfuckers..
