Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boogaloobuggedout , by - Jehst. Release date: 09.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boogaloobuggedout |
| It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S |
| I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh |
| In my electric-stress |
| I’m boogaloo bugged out |
| Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo) |
| Punch your fucking lights out! |
| It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T |
| Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree |
| I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth |
| I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out |
| (Check-check-check) |
| It’s the return of the Armagnac |
| Paint yourself black |
| I body-body-body-rock take shit back |
| Still get 'Apple Mac’ed by my .mp3s |
| Take my future back |
| And start charging heads some fees |
| It’s all crimson seas, fluid and dynamic |
| Flipping fucked up semantics |
| Verbal head-kicks |
| , I see your jugular |
| If your girl’s lucky, man, I can’t help fucking her |
| Fuck goose feathers, man, I’m keeping warm in |
| by my theology like Jesus Christ and Lucifer |
| Acting like a twat at the back of the cinema |
| popcorn out of pants, telling her I’m loving her |
| Yeah, baby, that’s right, I’m an alchemist |
| Turn bullshit into gold when I’m completely pissed |
| All the girls love Lexis, screaming, 'Go Dragonboy! |
| Spit that fire in my face, and come and bring me joy' |
| Sanctify me like Tolstoy, break me down |
| Tattoo words on your body, and beatbox to the sound |
| Of your parents coming round |
| Sometime soon |
| In the room with a dead foetus like my name was |
| It’s a prophet of doom |
| Flipping words like a slingshot |
| Haven’t been the bog in years because my shit’s too hot |
| A chip off the granite block |
| Picket lines and bent cops |
| you’re stealing my props? |
| It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S |
| I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh |
| In my electric-stress |
| I’m boogaloo bugged out |
| Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo) |
| Punch your fucking lights out! |
| It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T |
| Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree |
| I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth |
| I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out |
| Stylophone soundclash |
| Lost in the hash cloud |
| Tell ya boys back down |
| Rappers get stamped out |
| Headbanger, crowd loud |
| Speaker distortion |
| Proceed with precaution |
| Approaching a man of gargantuan proportion |
| Mash with the monstrous |
| Club’s so hot the heat smashed the thermometers |
| Armageddon is ominous |
| See the city structure ripe to topple |
| Lost in the pipe and the bottle |
| Vice for the mind as it’s boggling |
| Rap hobgoblin |
| When you get home you’ll all be in for a bollocking |
| Bed and no soul-food |
| Doodle in my ticket while I’m sitting in the dole queue |
| It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S |
| I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh |
| In my electric-stress |
| I’m boogaloo bugged out |
| Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo) |
| Punch your fucking lights out! |
| It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T |
| Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree |
| I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth |
| I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out |
| I’m like a kid in class on my fingertips |
| Tagging toilet wall mirrors while I’m on school trips |
| Pouring liquid soap on the floor so the teacher slips |
| A multi-coloured whirlwind |
| Battling bones and zits |
| When the red rock spits shit |
| Towers fucking fall |
| I’m on some old -shit |
| Lexis 'em all |
| Welcome to the Monster’s Ball |
| It’s the purple sky rider |
| In the town centre, my heart drenched in cider |
| I won’t stop spitting 'til my head’s on a fiver |
| Loved by crusty students like my name was Herbaliser |
| My mum don’t like me, my she won’t |
| The cycles of a surfer riding on the new wave |
| Yo, I’m boogaloo bugged out |
| Down 'til the sun sets |
| Glam hot, blinged out |
| Happyland funfest |
| Hanging off fleshy funbags and fresh sweat |
| 'Jane Fonda leotard' flex for undressed sexercise |
| Whatever you think is civilised |
| Living like, 'Who give a fuck about tomorrow?' |
| Shotgun driven by Apollo |
| Pedal to the metal on the yellow brick road that I follow |
| To the kingdom of the wizard |
| Listen to the voices |
| Destroy the system, rebuild and rejoice |
| It’s the noise of the nuclear era |
| 20/20 vision with a passion and it gets no clearer |
| Future in crystal |
| Telling me to shatter it |
| Begging for a catalyst |
| Lost in analysis |
| Tear down your palaces |
| Acts of an anarchist |
| Head in the clouds with a mouthful of cannabis |
| It’s the L to the E to the X-I-S |
| I’ve got your girl’s teeth marks in my pound of flesh |
| In my electric-stress |
| I’m boogaloo bugged out |
| Pull your gumshield out (Yo, yo) |
| Punch your fucking lights out! |
| It’s the J to the E to the H-S-T |
| Worldwide bloody-eyed to fullest degree |
| I dream binary code with a cone in my mouth |
| I believed I can, pussy, get knocked out |
| Lex and Jehst heavyweight |
| Shit you can’t calculate |
| Buy the track and masturbate |
| We run the red state |
| Take the stage and elevate |
| Put this vinyl in your crate |
| And watch the shit levitate |
| Clones, we eradicate |
| Demon Boyz that devastate |
| Daddy Kane like '88 |
| We don’t rap, we demonstrate |
| I don’t buy |
| Rock red vision |
| Use sign language because heads don’t listen |
| Lost like ancient wisdom |
| The number 1 head cutter |
| The homeless mind runner |
| Straight out the gutter |
| Headbutt to the nutter |
| Grab your nutsack! |
| Now you know where the rest of YNR’s at! |
| (YNR's at, YNR’s at…) |