• 标题:Ridiculoid
  • 歌手:Cannibal Ox
  • 专辑:The Cold Vein
  • 卡拉OK评级:1★
  • 语言:en
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    Ridiculoid - Cannibal Ox
    Shutup Yo yo yo yo
    My life's not right check one
    My life's not right check two
    My life's not right check three
    Are you ready
    You know this was supposed to be for my album though
    Oh whateva
    Its ok

    When I send a sickness ease down dark soldiers
    Fallin in with flying debris
    And bad programs of landmines
    That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
    I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
    I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
    And had the sonic volcanic cap
    That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
    Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted sh*t
    Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
    Electronic talents fold
    The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
    When the plug is corroded out
    And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
    Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
    Its bad health and industrial sadness
    Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
    This addiction is more random
    I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
    Because I wasn't born handsome
    Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
    With beats that have to be registered
    As sex offenders represented to the public
    I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
    Binge and purge we live in thirty second blurbs
    And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
    Just f**kin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
    Or at the source awards scratchin our heads like "what happened"
    If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
    Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
    To attract curious intersection angels when in the city
    That's below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film
    Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
    My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
    From heart scan to pulse readings
    This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
    The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
    Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
    I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
    But if I should exhaust God's patience on someone better take my place ni**a
    Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
    And it's in my dreams I see their faces and
    Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
    Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
    Amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised
    On the block silly with a mint ellie
    Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
    That's me trying to wop vetti
    With the longness and pot-bellied
    Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
    Lost in a realm tryin to find cells
    Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
    Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
    Morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
    To get that bilingual spittin charm tryin to get it on
    And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin math
    Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
    Spit bats that stick to DAT's
    Sip snapples and twist off caps when you f**kin with the sickest cats
    Yo
    See I exist
    Iron fist
    Metal speech
    Scientist
    Came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less
    Then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
    The galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
    Heard my verse ain't nothin the same
    I leave your mouth open when you're standin
    The word's the midget esophagus is the cannon
    Cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
    Believe it or not I'm walkin on air
    Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
    I still remember the days of Coleco
    A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
    Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
    And everybody wasn't an emcee
    You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
    You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
    And most likely openin doors with the psyche
    If it's a Mikey they'll eat anything
    Starving but hack or crush anything
    Not stars from the songs we sing this sh*t's ridiculoid