My style is loco Yoko Ono manic vocal I'm not your uncle, I'm anty-social Postal, danger to the world I've gone global Schizophrenic menace, put myself in a chokehold Ho-ho, yeah bro I'm tasty like a Rolo Spiritual being, yes I'm holy like a Polo Yes bro, you could put this song as your ringtone Lord of the ring-ring, you could be Frodo
Gimli I'm a take this rhythm man and smoke it like a chimney I'm a punk rocker sucker, no I'm not an indie kiddy with a Bindi Yes I will be in the shed, taking my meds I slice up beats like a knife through bread When I go bowling I use decapitated heads I lose brains in the lanes so they call me Miss-a-lane-eous I'm the type of kid that makes cotton wool dangerous
I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa I try to keep this beast inside, whoa But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head So I guess you better hide
My style is manic Close to the edge volcanic I watched so much scar face I think I'm Hispanic Okay! Don't make me get loco on you essay! Putos! I bust a cap! Watch me get messy!
Mentos and Coke I'm about to explode I'm so open minded that my eyes can't close Doctor! Doctor! Give me some smiles A twenty pack of Valium, numb for a while Flow like the Nile Evil crocodile I've got the local zoo saved on speed dial Funky! I spent a bit of time with the monkeys I gave one a Valium, now he's a junkie
Humpty Dumpty, he fell down All the king's horses were stumped somehow Hmm of course all the horses were stumped Horses don't even have opposable thumbs
I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa I try to keep this beast inside, whoa But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head So I guess you better Hyde
My teeth start juttering, I'm stuttering, buttering words like flora Edible, spreadable style, glow like aurora Northern light, ignite the night tonight, excite the mic right like a viper bite
It's just my venom, it's Ren and my lucky numbers 7 I don't follow fashion so I'm wearing double denim Mel Gibson crazy - my minds a lethal weapon Got kicked out the fruit store for grabbing a girl's melons
Said get em with a baseball bat type force or a harpoon I'm knocking you for six when I hit with a beat, with a bang, with a boom I'm a fly right out this room, I'm a take off to the moon I'm a rip when I spit when I bite my lip and I'm sick when I bust a move like yes sir!
I'm a take this microphone and make some acappella Music for your ear drums it's vocal architecture Stacking up like bricks yes I'm stacking up the texture I bring the vibes right into the sector
I'm trying hard not to lose my mind, whoa I see stars when I close my eyes, whoa I try to keep this beast inside, whoa But I'm close to the edge and I might lose my head So I guess you better hideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
