I left home armed with an ultra-sonic boom harpoon And an energy-pack that would last me for about one moon I moved anonymously in amongst the insect people Who appeared to be allergic to direct eye-contact I can't tap into this plane experiencing some kind of interference Switching to automatic, requesting clearance There, did you feel that slight change in pressure This verbal architecture is currently housing you like Escher Arousing you with pleasure, beyond measure My treasure is infinite and exquisitely intimate When the hundredth monkey catches wind of it, it's all over They going down I'm on some fresh stretchy-wetchy Take good care of your gift type shit, designed to flip your lids Yes kids, when you get a little older then You'll learn how to let these rhymes write themselves, while you hold the pen
Stop shut-down recharge
I get freaky deaky with the microphone There so many nice old phrases that put pretty smiles on faces I been doing this for ages filling pages and pages My styles are like running around in shoes without laces, you know they come off This erases any trace of impatience I'm feeling like some ancient healing Yo, you dealing with an alien being, communicating through a human body Fuck the illuminati, I'm Waddy I'm a motherfucking one-man army, You can't harm me. I'm not actually here in the first place My word play makes today feel like your birthday I got so much presence cos I stock pile my essence Rock-wild with peasants, lace lessons with blessings Amplifying our united fluorescent effervescence With the most ital-vital recitals you ever heard in your whole life Tonight's the night, the light's so bright Quick, turn me off before I start feeling too niceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
