Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mushroom Clouds, artist - Jack JetsonDate of issue: 22.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mushroom Clouds |
| Night vision optic binoculars |
| Geronimo Jetson |
| Cotch with the octopus |
| Johnny Strange had to stop with the doctor stuff |
| Dodgy operations, patients chopped with the bodies cup |
| «What the fuck» |
| Brains in the microwave |
| remains in the fire place |
| Climbing stairs up the spiral case |
| The surgeon with a sharp scalpel to slice your face |
| Skeletons hanging from the ceiling |
| Empty cupboards so you know my family ain’t eating |
| Jamming in the evening |
| Zoot fluffy like I wrapped it in a sheep skin |
| Strapped it in a green slim, passed it to the phantom of my demon |
| He lit it like a lantern then he breathed in |
| Look towards the window as he puffed out |
| Good shout, Geronimo Strange about to jump out |
| Coming like I’m Sally Gunnell’s, I’ll stop |
| And ain’t a man I trust enough to tuck it |
| You love it! |
| I saw a man digging through the rubbish |
| I took him to the pub for lunch to listen and discuss it |
| He said, «My life’s a mess, I’m feeling like I’m quite depressed, |
| plus my wife’s leaving me and even trying to fight my friends» |
| «She's gonna take the kids, I hate the bitch she takes the piss, |
| I’ll cellotape her face to the fridge and fucking break her ribs» |
| Wait, wait wait |
| I said «Mate I could relate to this, I used to date a chick who had me acting |
| like a plagiarist» |
| «And everyday she mentioned David, Liz and their relationship, stare at me for |
| ages and telling me how great it is» |
| Don’t stab her yet, nah |
| You earned her dad’s respect, yeah |
| Well let’s grab an ounce of crack and rap the alphabet |
| Sick plan, got the brain ticking like a big hand |
| Six grams into it I’m tripping in this wig wam |
| Chill FM |
| Still left them |
| Little weed, bottom of the garden like Bill & Ben |
| Small harvest, little shed |
| Trim a hedge, skydive, skyscrape his mirrors edge |
| Paper stack, played with jack’s scissors, shred |
| Bill a head in a phone box, Bill & Ted |
| Stitch my head back together with a pin and thread |
| The living dead, undercover like a hidden fed |
| Eyes glisten red, J Strange |
| Havn’t slept for 8 days still slyed up in your sister’s bed |
| Mr. red straight psycho like Mr. blonde |
| My raps cast magic tricks like a wizard’s wand |
| Still surviving in the lizard’s pond |
| Came to kill it with a licence like Jimmy Bond |
| Rappers collapsing like dominos stack |
| When I attack, jump off the map |
| Geronimo Jack |