Текст песни
They think they can be me
It'll never happen doe
I'm like Edgar Allen poe
Two headed dragon mo fo
Tongue, spring tension
So i spit, misdirection
Wait, hold up, let me, switch engines
If for any reason
Both sides of my brain should not be
Joined in cold fusion, please speak now
Did i hear an objection
Psych, trick question
Hippocampal, a scalpel, this weapon
Carve yuh up, cesarean section
Work yuh like uh puppet, yuh
Jim Henson, a quick lesson in hit and run
Could say, i'm on the cutting edge
That's why a raven, like a writing desk
Both got a quill so i might infect
The living dead while defying death
No behaving, give goth girls
Permission to take pics at my grave stone
No dick measuring, but cause uh, severe hemorrhage
Spit mirage, spin lyrics and limericks
To summon spirits between her tits
An whip ow my pickle rick on a picnic
Yeah i'm a fiend, demon, but, between hosts
Yeah i'm a fiend, demon, but, between hosts
Steam boat, steam train, machine age v8
He chokes, cuz i breathe fire, pound iron
Steel bolts, no ground wires, gun fire, black goats
Jetfighter, two coasts, p.h