[Verse 1: Dirty [bad word] 

It's the Mr. Melonskin
Sicker than he's ever been
And this time your sister's been slipping into bed with him
So is the [bad word] intelligent?
That [bad word] #39;s irrelevant
He's tickling her belly ring and whispering and staring in her
Eyes I think, but her thighs are nicer
And the half price cider is right inside
So it's a tight decider, he lies right beside her
While his eyes shine white like there's fire inside
nice guy if he tried, he tries never kids
Negatives fly by his life like he's never lived
So high, well ahead of spliffs
"Well enough of this"
Back to the muffin [bad word] and a fat jug of [bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] lips
Gash [bad word] sucking [bad word] 
Love it [bad word]  what I need to [bad word] and some oven chips
Sudden twitch, he's cumming in your mother's hips
Cuddling her under the covers when your husband jips
Off to work this office jerk lost his bird
Cause he got [bad word] tossed and burnt
So when the frost emerged, he lost his words, "What!"
And the cost of it shown in his posture curve
"So whats it worth?"
half priced melonskin suit with a charlie supply through a medicine tube
Intelligence [bad word] and now he's back in a sandstorm
And there's no backing down from a casual mad thought
To smashing her back doors of animal slag whores
 [bad word] on man we all know that you've had yours
And thats why I'm sit tight in my melonskin
Separate me from the world that the devils in
The slumber of ketamine, but fun isn't everything
Love isn't wedding rings nor is it match made
Heavens in a sad game, destined to cascade
I just rap to express, but that's lame

[Verse 2: Edward Scissortongue]

We get [?] Marshall B-Clash, on a street dash
Self reclaimed relapse up on the weed hash
Whos back?
Scratch tracks like a heat rash
Hatch the sweet raps for the back packing anoraks
So just relax, wrap a ten sack of the greens
Smite, get smash worse then the Jeep crash
Three cacks, scallywags streak on the people in sea labs
Lean back, shoot swoops like Steve Nash
These facts, mind from the darkest of minds
My timeline times 9 equals awesome designs
Can't find dark sides of the moon where I stride
Booze 'till I'm blind, abuse the white pigeons and pint
"It's alright"
I know I'm destined for the harshest demise
Like a meteorite piercing the sky and breaking my spine
My life reminds me daily of the stupidest sights
Like summer riding a bike down [?] without any lights
Will cypher the size of great infamy
Follow the light, but finds the gods who got it in for me
From adulthood to infancy
 [bad word] the paragraphs until my [bad word] eyeballs bleed
Realign the symmetry with symphonies
Cause it's the same old sentiment
Education of the evidence is irrelevant
Just beat the pestilence
Oh man I roll like a [bad word] a-bent elephant
With the four elements in [?]
"It's evident"
Penguins in eloquence in my city scape
As the city wakes I'm on the rooftop spitting hate
Pretty patterns over gritty breaks
At a later day
Slip away like the [bad word] [?]
So sit and wait 'till you're all in a silly state
Having dreamy days on your purple haze on a daze
Take a city break
Get away, chill, swim in lakes
Blissfully [?] from the sickest grapes
It's the craze
Just another sort of way to lose it
Loose lead movement
Loose, the tunes stupid
To me, frequently the mic's like [bad word] 
That's why I'm constantly lost in this monkey puzzle music
I say "It's the craziest, another sort of way to lose it"
Loose lead movement
Loose, the tunes stupid
To me, frequently the mic's like [bad word] 
That's why I'm constantly lost in this monkey puzzle music