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[you better listen up] X 2 ay, a gremlin with gangrene is somethin to see boy, tried to kill myself but used myself as a decoy, you can feel the recoil, making your skin crawl, smokin heroin chasing a dragon on tin foil, you can see the dragon fly away from the tin foil, i kinda miss my kinfo. life in an insult. ay, goodfella but im hella poor skull bandanna, black hoody like Skeletor, shoot a couple psychos and i turn into Great Ape vice grips, ice picks, zap straps and grey tape. ay, i chop em up at the pork store stick em like a cork board rock like the warp tour, B-A-X-W-A-R-R any white boy beat me? hardy har har! One fourty four four nine nine thirty eigths, im the little devil tryin to break inside the pearly gates, each verse nuclear bomb with atomic hook, so much ink on my skin I'm [bad word] book, pop so many pills i was seeing pink elephants, irrelevant, ill still rip your skull from your skellaton, drink a pesi cola while i ride a silver surf board, north west is mine you don't want to start a turf war, gladiator dawg, mad child king corso, Thor's war hammer knock your brain to your torso, you get it? that means its [bad word] strong, that means i drop this [bad word] mallet like Donkey Kong, so keep your tonsils shut, cause i will [bad word] a mother [bad word] like a monster [bad word] [you better listen up] x2 I'm a heathen, a gremlin, an ogre a tyrant Hallucinating like the mike is dipped in psyllocybin Mad's maniacal. Motor mouth on a hot-streak Find More lyrics at www [bad word] Used to shop at Gucci, now I stop at the swap meet. I'm like Popeye eating spinach for concerts I'm a miniature monster I will diminish and conquer Spewing venom with the dragon of the blessed palace I'm thinkin of a challenge drinkin from this special chalice Soldier demons and scavengers of the damned Passengers in my van? "massacre is at hand!" I let a hundred snakes loose, I'm delusional Then dance around in space boots, I'm confusing you Stun guns, bear traps, gangsters on cocaine I got dragon's breath, spinning fire, and propane. I'm sending out my surrogates, So I can stay home, write rhymes and keep flourishin' Hands dirty, stand sturdy with assertiveness Every word I mutter is a murderous advertisement "Help me!" Thant's the cry of a [bad word] looney 'Cause I feel like [bad word] dying, I'm crying with 2 tooneys(?) Seven golden angels, Chemical warfare Deadly mustard gas attacks, acid flashbacks See, [bad word] from the future, that's a very gloomy place I'm the Silver Surfer and I'm wiping out the human race You? You a plastic gangster with a pocketknife. Me? I keep it gangster and I rock the mike. It's Mr Mystery, a formula with infinite depth Feel the wind from my breath Ay! Misbehaving raving lunatic, Twelve Monkeys Disengage a crazy moody prick, ex-junkie Lazy [bad word] buffoon, but I'm crazy as a loon Now I'm riding a flying dinosaur and waving at the moon [you better listen up]x4