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