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or some fire middies lawl!

 

fuck

 

I

 

need

 

marijuana.

 

:hat:

 

my neighbors are on the front lawn yelling at cars.

 

...i think.

 

i talk politics with unruly chinamen

 

i like my water a third oxyen and two parts hydrogen

 

few are iller than this koopa killa fluid spilla
manager frigid call me lou pinella super chilla
never the luger filla
i am way too intelligent to mess around with stupid clowns and goofy dealers
i move a pillar call me kelly leak you're hella weak
my mellow beats will not be spoken over by a yellow beak
birdbrained pigeon in my kitchen not even a smidgeon its against my religion, son
i'm schooled and i'm proper rude boy rocka kick a white coller emcee out his dockers
and i'm the freshest that they got so forget it before you catch a corn cob cleat to your lettuce
cool em off with the brain freeze speeches
i'll eat your features like peaches and plain cheese pizzas with the frostbite
clutch it with the claw might
dislocate your planet from its orbit and position
while i'll be getting funky on the mic while the universe expands
sunburnt son, never none sun tanned
i got a hand full of wishes
i dont look at full sinks i wash dishes

skeletor rams head greenhouse effect will leave your plants dead
battle cat mice trap polarized heat will melt your ice cap
in this world that we're livin in held together by gravity we are limited to what we hear smell or see touch or taste
with my senses erased i can open up my face and contemplate space
Yeah

pass the venom
this kid has it in him
everytime i have a spasm theres an earthquake with rhythm
steady state theory everything has always been here
better shave daily if you want to keep your chin clear
mine's grizzly cuz i hate usin barbasol
the dean's dizzy like a saint louis cardinal

 

does anyone else listen to the mad conductor?

 

i keep my clothes in a casket
i sleep on a matress
the only suitcase that i own is a basket
i talk politics with unruly chinamen
i like my water a third oxyen and two parts hydrogen
i'm on a mission
i don't got know time to be talkin about my shoes
the fresh white ones with the black and red stripes
hey yo i drop mics like a scratch of head lice
not once in my life
yeah i fixed the poles with the monkey wrench
fowl emcees gettin kicked off the johnny bench
if theyre around usin secret identities
these clad beast emcees are my enemies
me i might take a trip to Danbury, CT
and eat cranberries just for the heck of it cuz
Yeah
i stay in like candy dots cuz everything i got's
organized like annie pots
i sleep outside and get abducted illegal aliens
i eat mexican food made by authentic mexicans
MC liberated ireland
i'm never violent
because i ate a billion b vitamins and now i got a complex
i leave slews of clues for emcees with no context in the adirondacks
a whole handful of metal thumbtacks
couldn't pin me down and thats a fact
so ask egon how i traveled beyond 96 eons in a paintless neon
my brains got channels like cobain had flannels
the train had vandals and windows with panes that been stained got panels
i bought the book on how to interpret my dreams

 

14

 

15

 

16

 

I have to go to "school" soon

 

Oh, my friend, you have been grossly misinformed
you been diggin' that tomb straight out the womb
to emerge in a uniform
so i guess that you best stick to writin' jingles
cause i got more craft in my trash than you got in your singles

yo, i copped this tape and it sent my dome into a crazy place
it kinda had me in a dope like state
so, how many pigs would it take for me to let go of the mic backstage?
not enough to steal each one of my dimes, nickels and pennies
so why waste all this time on rhyme riddles if anything i'll just jump the gun
like john wilkes-booth when its time to run
hop the horse c'mon ride long
don't look now but i got your tounge, i love the blood but i dont do sun
i sleep in a coffin so i cant see day
tomb diggin shovel gonna ease the pain
no drugs in the womb, but i was born insane
i got bugs in my room and they're eating my brain

6-26-85 my first impression
4-5-22-12-9-14 but a name shouldn't dictate direction
call the hospital now you got a mixtape infection
let em run a couple tests on the lobe in the front
like, how many weeks in a minute
rudeboy spacetime, no you cant speak til yer diner is finished
have fun digesting the microphone sickness
RUDE GIRL SLAMDANCE
Dr. teeth conductor mayhem
many, many volts, not one to be grounded
you closed your eyes cause you liked how it sounded
shook it to the left, took it to the right
like that's how your sphere got mounted
o yeah, better better put ya motherfuckin' mic down son