Lyrics Heat Mizer - Freestyle Fellowship

Heat Mizer

What you gonna do with that beat?
What you gonna do with that beat?
What you gonna do with that beat?
Well, I-za, heat mizer, and I’m wiser
Than any other rapper no matter the size of
Girl or guys-a, they all dies-a
I ship 'em up and take 'em up to Kaiser
Third floor, hospital ward
Doctor, his spinal cord’s tore
His final words roared-
'I don’t want no more, I don’t want no more, lord, life'
Infrared chipper, one for the gipper
Dead like a door knob, killed in a slipper
While rolling in my rollerblades, fell and broke my shoulder blade
Laid and I prayed
Then I grabbed a razorblade stayed and I played
Then I broke a mental barricade
Don’t you hate it when your ice pick sticks right in the skull
And you gotta pull it out with two hands?
Don’t you hate it when your chainsaw’s out of gasoline
And you gotta use a butcher’s knife on a man
Yucky, yucky, yes, yes
Huckleberry, wet flesh
There’s a couple necking in the woods by the trees
Could it be the prince and the princess?
Getting undressed, having sex in the moonlight- freeze