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omg no. lmao 13/04/2012.
Song Info
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Charts
Peak #1,192
Peak in subgenre #610
Author
DNA
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DNA
Uploaded
July 31, 2005
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Lyrics
Listen, I come from a different place you thought of
Visualizing images of limbs and sawed off
Eyeballs, and dawg I’m frying the weakest
Pools of blood I volunteer to lie in the deepest
Soon to be beckoned as I chill with the wreckless
I’m a loony they guess with penicillin for breakfast
Sounds is basic, I’m pounding, hating, counting
The crowns of a thousand Asians, rowdy, blatent
Clowns are patients, the truth: I was born in nine thousand and eighty
AD that is, not before my time
But with the crazy addicts and the Lords of the Rhyme
I’m sure of the signs, and I know what I see son
Stamping on skulls and going back for knee-fun
A practical steeze dun, I laugh as you bees buzz
Put my heart in the fridge and classically freeze love
Bastards with beef run, racking up teeth look
Sets are over flowing all the crap that you see cuz!
Tapping up heat dun, fatter than THE pun
Talk about Death, challenge me and we see one
That’s for amusement, I’m smashed up on booze and
I’d love to try re-inact all of my movements
Mentally I’m acting not real what I’m spitting
My vortex filled with psychedelic transitions
The colours I envision go from blue to mellow
Electrical flashes then onto smooth and yellow
My lifes an epic journey that’s been used and flipped with
Chemical testing on my bruises and stitches
I’m flippin out on corpses and grabbin the bones
Slicing up short kids them faggots are cloned
Crunching live horses and lifting them home
Kick you in the eyes till they’re drippin outta ya nose
BITCH! I’m a psychotic henchmen who’ll live through
Millions of years so I can dash up and pick you
Smack up ya bitch too, smash up her clit too
Spit saliva down her mouth then lap up her sick too
Attacked by my fist soon, a battered and sick dude
Claimin a 3 way with ya mom and sis too
Its funny, I handclap, loving the tanned back
I got a lot of knuckles… and they’re hunting for tampax
Rustle or stand back, get covered in anthrax
It’s flesh or bones and I am just crunching and that’s fact
Punched or just laughed at, I’ll puncture your wack raps
And fuck it son this goes out pussies I stamp cats
You lucky to have that recording of me
I had a back-up trio but stuck a sword in all 3
I’m raw as can be, search through all of the sea’s
Piss on the cross and then tell the Lord that I’m free
I’ll force you to eat all the pork and the beef
From the slaughtered animals that I tortured and beat
And of course all the teeth get used as weapons
Shoot past radars you’ll lose if you stepping
You’re confused as a peasant blow a fuse in a lesson
I’ll beat 1 faggot down then kill two in a second
Blue as a menace; take your tooth from a dentist
Pharmaceutical chemists don’t approve of my tenants
My views on the heaven that I live beneath
Are as long as I go I can spit and cheat
Who’s as sick as me? Try and fix my freaks
Cause we once body bag a dozen we hit trick or treat
With your bitch on my seat, stamp on her fast
Make her scream HELP in a Halloween mask
I laugh at her ass, hope she catches the glass
When I get questioned I say it happened too fast – UH!
