creepy

Lyrics

ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome you inside the mind, there'll be no bell for lunch without a popper, and back then i was never embarrassed even with my dick out like chopper, i get so lonely i brawl with the music, i'm so underground, you silly bitch, i crawl through the sewage, commercial shit, it's just all a nuisance, and esoteric to aid he calls on the purest, to emerge from the gutter and do away with one dimensional, mc's who have to turn to their mother in a battle situation, ring the bell when the cattle reach my station, i love riding on donkeys with headphones on, i see visions when i walk, i know a whole lot of fucking pigeons that can talk, they remind me that the hunger's real, and if you're gonna come at all you best come with skill, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, you see, lucifer couldn't catch me, he's playing soft, i play cards with merlin, i blow smoke with gandalf, blinky bill and i rob banks and shape shift, and the only icy shit i got is my dick in the cake mix, i'll take this to a land of snakes with red bellies, secret handshakes with ned kelly, i came to prove, that we can too, when your whole style reminds me of an ad for cheap shampoo, that's right, life's a puzzle and i'm making it fit, and don't bother me on the dunny, son, i'm taking a shit, but when i'm off, and no doubt about it, i'm partly mental, meet me in the tool shed with all your sharpened pencils, envision the calligraphy that hacks the gift, and slap on your thinking caps to catch my drift, porn king ding fish burn makes the world move, poetical principal of rhyme the girls do, so, come on, lads, please, pass the billy, we got hip hop, at ease, arse and titty, and i'm stumbling numb of a case, i got a dick in my pants who thinks he's running the place, walking like a wooden puppet this track goes out, to anybody talking like i couldn't cut it, a little faith, trust me, goes a long way, that's why my magical wand waves so that the song stays in, timeless like i'm on stage rhyming, cause in the sky rhythm and rhyme living the live, and the moral of the story is, i juggle just to manage, i'm a ghost for now, but i'm subtle when i vanish, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, we're just kicking it so beautifully and usually we just chill out, next to broads that foolishly with these carps of jewelry, i found these balds of nudity and it's all just new to me, such an odd community, ey yo we've got to grow the fuck down, we still in adolescence, to come to the clearing in the woods, lit by the incandescent moon, yeah i see you smirk and say not likely, original vocab just don't compute, like we were pikies, and all i hear is, "geez, you're a pair of slopes", weaze, no caramel so please don't parallel, us to candy rappers cuz they end up in the waste basket, when their style spit there ain't no flavour, no, it's that taste lasting, oompa loompa, doopity doo, man i'm that everlasting gobstopper that blew the city fuse, so don't think you're gonna get away, you little rascal, cause we got the country locked down like we're from nashville, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, some outskirt hillbillies just chilling on some dirt bikes, rounded up these varmints taking them back to the turnpike, when the herb lights, we'll pass it, when we spy 'em from the ditch, we show 'em they got a wardrobe and a lion and a witch, you wanna pitch your tent right here at our camp site, oh oh, i'll get that lamp lite, the wood hatchet these splinters kill, then i feel a winter, chill and i'm in a timber mill, through the prairie, i storm through the grass and night thicket, past the bushes, the brambles, the billygoats and white pickets, and i'm here, i crush the petals with my sandals, i'm walking through the woods, with little gretel and hanz, look west on the hills, up here i hear a moan, bellow, from an old fellow at a park, with a couple of stones yellow, and he was more bubbly than a geiser, that old faithful freestyler, was more kaizer, we jumped on a snow plow, but like a magic trick he made a dragon puff up, with a gadget fit for bagging up all the adjectives, i ask you this, yo, in all sinsavity, does it even occur to you, half our shit is all a pavity, all those prissy little nitwits, just trying to make their shit flip, when they spit fits of mindless crap, i mean, i guess we are some misfits, and you might call me a cynic, but i just don't mimic, at the hands of today, we still make you bounce without the gimmick, like we're pumping this club, and we'll up and make it so fresh, in the southern we're coming with something different from the rest, and by the time i get to the club man, i'll be hurting, i get there, there's one guy there, some dude named tyler durden, man, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal, it's like b to the e to the i, it's just so creepy, take a stroll through the woods and believe me, we're doing this of embers, no kindles, and the pioneers of small crease, they see a smoke signal