(I'm a Radiohead, I'm a Radiohead)
Coming this winter, straight jackets by North Face
2, 3 all girl schools and could spit at how we tour taste
Record shops'll see more fiends than a Detox
When Cage sh** drops, like LSD blots
You can't handcuff what you can't snuff
Before your body's embalmed I dipped the philly for a puff
Keep your eyes peeled - make sure your teams packing the Glocks kids
Pour disinfectant in they ears I'm speaking noxious
Alex the baby came after after birth
I ain't been straight with God since he dropped my a** on Earth
You gonna burn for that!
Then burn me right now Paul
My scalp still wears a scar from that lobotomy seminar
Can't help but act out, when I black out
I push my brother' odds in then I kicked him back out
You kids trying to blast at me better learn to shoot straighter
Premature brains get cooked up in the incubator (pssssss)
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Show precision in your outer, skin MCs alive, man you
I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead
Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead
I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead
Then I'm getting open 'til I brain dead
I was possessed by Dionysus
Kicked outta highschool for giving paps smears of crisis
Cold-type ciphers
I burn motherf**ers 'til the fume kicks
Watch me f** them four Craft b**hes to d**h with broom sticks
Sweeping with chicks, lacing up dicks, getting lovely
'Til I'm spaced out roughly like Martians playing rugby (aha)
See a vigilante, shoot him 'til his heart stops
And send his eyes to the cops in a box for crime watch
Slipped out the snatch, wipe my face clean of the crap
That's been holding me back since minus 9 months my leaky sack
Blind ya!
T. EC. Behind ya!
Who could undermine ya?
Sickest of intelligence defined ya
The vagina re-designer
Get you opened out your mind your
Sent to d**h trying to slide out your own spine ta
Find a life where your co*k's treated like Christ
And every c*nt from up the block will beg forgiveness from your s** device
I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead
Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead (x2)
Obnoxious crotches
Smack they a** 'til skin blotches
Mail bombin'
Weather from Holland
Still smilin'
Fishburne like Lawrence
Agent Orange
Revived a victim then locked her in cold storage
Ate a p**y popped
Stumped her under vulture n***a blocks
an*lyze the blood clots, before regretted
Body rots
Factual photo: puss pierced shut
Seared s*ut Jose
Used to take facials mostly
Gang this bong
While I pick that Lionel Ritchie afro c*nt out all night long
I'm into like... (fffff) altering my perception
Emptied a clip in my reflection for looking my direction
I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead
Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead (x2)
(I'm a Radiohead, I'm a Radiohead
The nasty Agent Orange is comin'
Bright and early in the mornin'
With the Necro coroner behind drumin'
On the severed headpiece of your woman)