Beatahoe - Plastik Surgery lyrics

Yo Gather around children, it's story time f** it, no time for it I knock throats and tie organs My goons aiming at you With more different size metal tools than a back of a pipe-organ I'll fight for this You high, if not it's pride, it ain't worth trading your life for it If we battled on a rooftop handcuffed to each other We'd both lose, I'd dive off it I hope you cop my CD to do a line off it Yellow tape, blue barrels, sirens and feds Get back, watch these heads crack f** all these bloggers and web raps I'll slit his throat and Pez his head back I'm fired up like the Pentagons west branch Tie him up, hang him from his neck fat Like a lion's cub Iron bust, blew his head up like a Mets cap I'm a perv, she twerked, I get that Your sket can s** my Sabret til she strep gag And spit it back in her friend's stretched a** I look like every radical m**m ?? ?? That would off themself in the end, before the feds can I got a cult We camped armed, outside with more cans, than a can food aisle Visually impaired, I go ham and wild Sociopathic, manic herence, incoherent style I'll burn him alive like Salem trials Heath Ledger his mouth Razors edge up, tear a smile I'm at hemp festivals on DMT scared Asking to spare a vile Everybody relax, eat your snacks I gotta get some sh** off You posers want props I'll axe these axe And cut wigs off Pose their bodies, and prop their heads in a mix board Get it, head is twitchin' Like mustard gas effects on Cambodian villages after six tours Chainsaw rip chord, I'll Gainesville rip yours I'm k**ing people to get off I'm not trying to get daps, or make a hit song I'm a machine, punches hit like a city bus hitting a brick wall They'll need morter and soldering irons to fix jaws Medication, my scripts lost I sound wicked like hammers banging a flip cross