Are you enjoying that?

Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!



I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face

To give you mothafuckas a taste

Of whatever I'm kickin'

Damn, the shit is finger-lickin'

Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin'

Flickin'

The cunt-ilingous real tough

'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin'

ear muffs

Lick it up

Because I gets to the point

Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint

Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper

More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing

vapors

Where the papers?

Because I wanna get high

Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky

I'm quite disgusted

When some gets apathetic

I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like

cryogenics

Anasthetic, carbon monoxide

A mind-meld

Pressure on your mind until your mind swells

It's something weird



Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)

Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)



Listen as I mingle

You start to tingle

You peep the jingle

I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single

Lyrics illuminate like some candles

Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles

Dimension X is the port to imagination

Desecration

Of the body, mind deprivation

In relation

To the son of man you can't avoid

'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink Floyd

Can you see me?

Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me

A hexogonic case

Skeleton face

On your TV

Turn the channel

And I'll just reappear

And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...

On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis

Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous

But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em' I aim to split em'

And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I'm bringin'

Pain to your ears loud and clear

So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird



Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)

Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down...

(Weird!!)



I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton

The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent

In fact, a lunatic is not always insane

Society bends the mind intends to give pain

Maintain long enough to live your life

Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid

Looking for my mind, I think I lost it

And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna talk shit

I give a fuck not what you think

I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink

So think

Sucka

Mothafucka

You besta back up

Before I crack up

And nut-up

And fuck yo' ass up

I rip the rhyme like it has to be

What's my mental capacity

You're askin' me

I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale

I'm walkin' a ghostly trail

Scratches from the fingernails

Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state

But wait, it gets better, just wait

Something weird....



Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)

Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)

Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)

Check the sound

Peep this freaky shit goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)



Yeah....