Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Metal Gear, artist - Cannibal Ox. Date of issue: 22.02.2024
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Metal Gear |
| Take these two cats, strip down in metal gear |
| And words from their faces echo |
| «that's metal», swears |
| Starving, but happy, bombers of stealth |
| Who never cried on yellow brick roads until they found themselves |
| --and since then, my placement of ten men |
| Refrain from speaking, because to them that’s sin |
| I grew up in an iron galaxy |
| Where everyday is like |
| You smell smoke, but fire you don’t see |
| My soul is a precious metal that I wrap around me |
| Like Mario, 64 to be precise |
| I know soldiers of fortune don’t like to gamble |
| But inadvertently they roll the dice |
| When that knight in shining armour ran off with Guinevere |
| I was there to threaten the downfall of Camelot’s tar pot |
| Now I’m here to play connect the dots with your face |
| That’s cannibal ox |
| The truth cuts, like space ghost |
| Wheels of steel principles, but with a — |
| Rular smack to the knuckles in addition |
| If you try to steal my principles, (that's the principle) |
| If you’re stainless, act as if I care |
| In due time imperfection with tarnish your silver ware |
| Enter the litter box, where some cats mold their toes |
| Not knowing who’s going to be the next de-comp-osing host |
| Over the all mighty cheese |
| Even though its got holes in it |
| Like the souls of murderers and thieves |
| And the harm do back to you |
| Is a mechanic karma, fuelled by the hunger |
| That shall consume you all |
| You should have fell off the earth when you thought it was flat |
| Last time I recall |
| Cannibal ox is the next catch-22 |
| Divided that by two elevenths |
| Too indivisible |
| Cannibal ox |
| Cannibals lock |
| Cannibals shot |
| Leaving those tangible knots |
| Cannibal o |
| Handle you slow |
| Cannibal pro |
| With animal flows |
| What, metal gear niggers! |
| Who the hell’s meda-ling? |
| Vordul flowing on track, metal wing |
| Concocting thought channel |
| Turn on microphone attachment panel |
| Cannibal lexicon reverb, verbal meat eater |
| Toasting, mine similar, to loaded nine heater |
| Mental blocking, cocking, jammed, glocking |
| Technological defect FEEDER |
| Lefty clutching, automatic amazing pen |
| Might touch savage tragedy bleeder |
| Right hand torn off, sawn off shotty |
| Body of vordul, inhaling explosive shell seeker |
| Such hanibal vets |
| Killer canine holds technology |
| Not toasted against the shell ghost |
| Bear hugged in nine layers of mechanical flesh |
| I swear cuddle gun luck is swung, trouble lung |
| Dodge and runs |
| Locked in, my flesh helmet |
| The best felt it when I wrote it |
| Broken bow and arrow sparrow |
| Flown on paper collided with with dirty, whilst flutter |
| Please forgive me for licking you with the organic box cutter |
| Pretty mechanic cannibal ox stutter, on that |
| My ox swing on tracks like hey Zeus frozen in gold |
| If Apollo swallowed his heavy medallion whole |
| Slow, mechanical sling blade runners |
| Futuristically built ghettos brothers palm metal |
| Gina gurshung, gunners, what the fuck lazer burners |
| Held in the small digits of children inside a city of lost midgets |
| Blood on the cloaks of broken winged pigeons |
| Spitting metal’s with ox’s under their tongue |
| Article, done, swinging particle sun |
| Jammed from the jugular stem, pendulum, mechanical |
| I apologize for spilling anime to Godzilla |
| Pissed off metallic mandible jaw bone pillage |
| (Practice what you preach |
| So you don’t forfeit the scrimmage) |
| Slowly we settle into famine |
| While metal cannon’s handled in the five digitals |
| Of apathetically massaged phyicee, shell holded |
| While flesh wounded, in hell, criticals |
| I’m too motherfucking ill, cannibal ox |
| Mechanical shots will spill |
| It’s war against all of you |
| Stepping into my dimension |
| Did I mention |
| I have to let my team of flotation device |
| Nice emcees, digitally remastered themselves and re |
| -materialised the essence |
| He’ll become flotation, here’s a quotation |
| I’m holding nations, I’m slowly awaiting |
| Closing faces with my cannibal ox cutter knowledge |
| Razor blade got caught in-between my spleen |
| Built in, now lets start the revolution |
| We’re shooting, stop that knowledge |
| I’m dropping, what is known as my urbanite |
| Anti collage liffin' |
| Realise that I’m only living through the eyes of a pigeon |