Verse 1 [Lee Scott]:
My sh** mix is; one eighth of Grant's
The rest; concoctions
Of liquids from bottles
With hazardous stickers n safety caps
Not your average deadbeat
Recitin' from a pad that's empty
Dr. Scott
Drunk drivin' on an acid frenzy
sh** is real
Penguin divin' through the window shield
Of a moving pig mobile
Lost an hour on a minute meal
Crack a canned solvent
In court I'll claim these ancient human torture devices are to catch rodents
I'll drink what ever that tramp's holdin'
Speech irrational
f** a vegan, I'm a comfort eatin' cannibal
Munchin' sleepin' capsules for afters
Factually a ba*tard
Only ever happy when I'm stranglin' my captives
Cla** a d** later, just drunk for now
f** it pull the mushrooms out
Refusin' to breathe
Breath corrodin' through my flesh n bones as I'm chewin my sleeve
Got a bride with several concubines on the side
Verse 2 [Monster]:
Acapulco shirt
Fisherman hat
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore Sling in my hand
Walkin' drowsy
From the North to Southeast
Mescaline high
Menacing vibrations all around me
Positive outlook
My bag's half full
I don't treat my spliff like it's pa** da damn parcel doe
Monster
I'll give ya crib tha home improvement
Usin' every room in the house for growin' buddha
In
Show and prove I'm the illest
Vicious
Act suspicious
Smash cliques into sandwich fillers
Put a gun to my head
Take aim and shoot
I'll place my hand through the exit wound
And wave brain at you
Ravin' lunatic
Major screws made me loose
I'm quick to break a truce
Trippin' drinkin' grapefruit juice
In denial n have to face the truth
I can't wash away my sins with this cold bottle of 80 proof
Hook:
What is gonzo lyricism?
It's what you fink it isn't
I get drunk like "what's that sh** I'm drinkin?" x2
Verse 3 [Monster]:
Get off the woman tip
Drink some beer, rent a pair
The lights are on but the man upstairs is never here
Incoherent rap style
Ya weed'll do the disappearin' act while
You're sittin' near this damned child
First sip of Emerge, sumfin' was up
Scott turns in a worry
I felt sumfin' numbin' in my body
I do stoopid sh**
Act a fool
And smoke weed yess
I keep three baggies full
And do pack a tool
A green dotty hammer and
Swing like Babe Ruth
At people I don't have anything to say to
I'm not impolite
And don't hate you coz you're whack
Face the fact, you're sh** at life. *oogh*
It's damnednation mann
I'll ram raid a jamm
Take ya girl n have her running' bank statement scams
"who's the man?"
You don't know who I am. *b**h*
The names the M.O.,
I go cold turkey and raise a hell-hole
Verse 4 [Lee Scott]:
Desperately searchin' for a bird
Preferably virgin
p**nstar potty-mouth
With the dress sense of an urchin
I warned you, don't pa** a beer to him
Then beat you stupid
If you take advice from a mere human
Refusin', to pay the price
Give me sh** for free
The type you hate to like
While I
Like to hate on anyone that isn't me
Piledrive and sleeper hold the mediocre
Brain hits the floor when I'm leanin' over
Never too drunk
Hands quickly abandon their crates
Get your best efforts chewed up and then spat in your face
Don't ask me
H.B. Woodrose for the whole famly
Skunk spliffs for all
Hit it raw
Choke, gladly
Need the Morphine drip to score
Stop the boozin' *never*
Abusive Hock Tu on any hand offered to him
Pa**ed the point of no return and beyond
Heads aren't worthy of the platter dishes I'm servin' em on
Hook:
What is gonzo lyricism?
It's what you fink it isn't
I get drunk like what's that sh** I'm drinkin? x2