[SYpher]
Smoke some weed and take speed & mushrooms
Try not to bleed as you breathe the dust fumes
Let me take you to a land where plumbers are heros
Cause leaking liquids is what's making your ears grow
Piranhas are growing in the pipes
You jump right in, I'll just keep flowing on the mic
There's lava on the left and it's snowing on the right
You need coins but the girl you're ho-ing is a dyke
She likes the Peaches
Mushroom-headed midgets ain't as fly as we is
We got the angel-winged hats
Red-headed monsters try to sling crack
You sniff it and jump on their heads
They lie flat and you feel as drunk as a sled
Sliding down a slope, racing a penguin
Suddenly the boat that your facing is sinking
Sunk, in the water with the eels
Metal skin is numb, it's hotter than it feels
Bombs will run up to you and blow up
And turtles take a month or two to show up
Yeah right, these turtles jump higher than you can
This one can spit fire, he's gonna get his crew and
Damn, he kidnapped the Princess
Set the jury on fire and pimp-slapped the witness
Bad for business, this dude is pure evil
It's a Hard Days Night, like the third Beatle
Words lethal, time to get your crew ready
Take another mushroom, nothing is too heavy
Some mushrooms make you big, some mushrooms make you small
Flowers will make your gloves shoot flaming balls
Plus you got your ride, a round-nosed dinosaur
Cute enough to get the brown hoes and China-who*es
I'm kinda sore, took a boulder to the head
Feeling like an a** bent over in a bed
Stuck with a long dough-roller from the shed
It feels like a pole that's colder than the lead
From a gun or a pencil, lungs are essential
To spit sharp rhymes and use your tongue for utencils
But enough from me, move it back to you
You need to whoop some a** like a German smacks a Jew
Grab the turtle by the tail and send him to his tomb
You saved the Princess, bend her over for some poon
The world is yours, time to end this F-ing tune
Inspiration for this song? Mushrooms and MF DOOM
Let's keep it moving like we're planning to bar hop
My rhymes stay out of this world like Star Fox
Dropping bombs so emcees jump out of the car top
MC, Master Chief, living the hard knock life
My par got knifed
This loser reset the Wii cause his ball gone dyke
Gay, the opposite of straight
The ball landed in the sand trap and that's the ish you hate
I got a piss to take now that the game's over
When I come back we'll battle it out with lame soldiers
Yeah, Call of Duty 4
My knife penetrates you like a college groupie who*e
Children close your ears, this ain't a kiddy song
Jerk-offs busting nuts like a pissed off Diddy Kong
Don't hit me, mom, I'm not even swearing
Rappers so far from the truth; son they ought to be daring