I like repetitive music,

Turn it up 'cos I know how to use it.

I like to hear the bass sound do the rebel rousing

Pop the damn multi on the s3000

That’s the shit makes the room prone to over-crowding

Now bring the sound in – ooh! It’s pounding!

‘scuse me homies, could you please be my cronies

and score me a two-pack of soft yellow foamies

'cos I’m the type of guy that puts safety first

no safer muthafucka ever walked the earth

strapped in all wheel hugging dual bag inflation

safer than programmed amplitude modulation

feeling a strange sensation?

That’s your brain son,

suffering from over-stimulation inflammation

By my reckoning you now have five seconds before lapsing into a coma

Tick this box to indicate you’re a donor

Would it be too bold to say I told you to hold the last bar over and over and over?



I like repetitive music

Turn it up cos I know how to use it



I’m so fine I score 9.99 from Hollyfield in a Trump production even though I’m 200 of a kind

So inclined to liposuction it’s sublime

Like Brittany’s larynx at the age of nine.

Watch me try to justify my verbal diarrheaic diatribe

In a vain attempt to coincide with the beat

To which brains get tenderised

Lightly battered and deep fried on high

Once again son come get some beats

On the one loops on repeat done

Waveforms deformed, fantast, lyric gymnast

Bombast ecclesiast

Slap that ass hardcore

Make that shit red raw

Blow the disco, slam your head sore

Watch the sure cure beat the prevention

If you want more seek professional medical attention.



I like repetitive music