Fuck my vow of silence, I'm about to spark some crazy-psycho shit I'm very un-get-rid-of-able like your baby's microchip We on some intelligent interaction Dig a little deeper maybe find something Fully randomized, vandalize psyches with bad advice Analyze shit, then atomize sacrifices Metatron one fucking shit up like a megaton bomb Can I get a bam bam You travelling through an indefinite darkness absorbed by the gentle, sentimental hum of your starship There's always a lot of uncommon phenomena up in your monitor All-of-a-sudden a beautiful shot of andromeda pops up, check it out As I practice my acupuncture on these cute little dolls You burning, I'm coming at you, you swerving ? flirting with your yearning Truth juice squirting ? blurting disconcerting shit You jerking, I'm working, converting ? turning you hurting, squirming Getting exactly what you deserving
Ladies and gentlemen, sisters and brethren Move around like we removed your skeleton Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish
I'm not some super-calloused, fragile mystic plagued with halitosis I'm just a cat kicking facts that chill right underneath your noses Showbiz is just a bunch of flashy hocus pocus Me, I'm still into good old-fashioned mass hypnosis It's metatron merrily scoping out his enemies La la la, like a happy little sea-anemone The battle lasts up until my nemato blasts connect Roach-infested scallywags get digested Damn, I didn't mean to frighten the lambs I'm just a man. Standing with a mic in his hand Hyping the track, inducing excitement attacks With these futuristic nursery rhymes That you'll probably only catch after the first three times, so press rewind Or just nod your head or shake your behind Be kind to idiots, fuck being ruthless That eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth shit'll leave us all blind and toothless
Oh my god look, it's real live, vibe-manipulator rocking the mic, like a flight simulator The super-naturalistic mind-stimulator Breaking it down for these humans Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for part two then Excuse me, I'm talking to you man. Aren't you sick of the non-biodegradable, readily available products you consuming Mow while I'm asking you this, I'm also kind of like assuming You know that every cultural revolution is sparked by an art movement If you didn't know you'd better get ready for a mother fucking rude awakening Cos I'm sorry but I can't have anyone disrupting my communicative link Is everybody still with me ? howzit bru It's the year two thousand two, but there still a lot of cats walking around without a clue There's something gumming up the plumbing That's why you umming and uhhing and I know it's fucking annoying Not being able to pinpoint the source of all your confusion But you need to stop worrying about your problems and start thinking about solutions So come on, jump up and pump up your fist Constructus is all up in this mother fucker Exposing all the evil We've been sent to protect and serve all the peopleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
