Chokeules - X-Files lyrics

[Intro] "You think I don't know, huh? You think I'm just some ignorant pudknocker, don't you? But I get it, man! I see what this is! They're dropping Agent Orange, they're putting radiation in little retarded kids' gonads! You sons of b**hes sneaking around my woods at night-- I seen you. You think I don't know?" [Verse 1: Timbuktu] Another unsolved mystery,from the [?] Bums drinking Listerine Last seen climbing into my limousine Disappear 'em from the streets now they're Soylent Green I'm Mr. Clean, with the bleach and the fresh cuisine Misdemeanors with the cleaver and the guillotine Non-believers, if you sleep have a creepy dream I'm [?] more [], then evil beings Fifth Dimension apparitions on the mezzanine Don't have to mention I'm [?] by the entity Not pretending, I'm presenting with telepathy Kinda pent-up and resent what my obsessions be The Mother-Ship is gonna land in Schenectady Them other kids are witnesses so wipe their memory The military's gonna harness these abilities in secret facilities Until we need to k** or until we reach senility [Hook] Tall props to Moon-Men, mutants and reptiles (*Scratching* Over X-Files) Small Pox, Swine Flu, infusion with West Nile's (*Scratching* Over X-Files) Kudos to Wolfmen, chilling in exile (*Scratching* Over X-Files) Proof that a tin-foil hat is a fresh style [Verse 2: Chokeules] What evil lurks in the shaddows, boxing Deep in your closet or beneath the box-springs You never know, Mothman's offspring Loch Ness, or the god-damn Swamp Thing I want real talk, not truthiness Questions with answers like ("Who's the dopiest?") Hah! Looks like there must be a cover-up Yup. They didn't want you to discover us What? You think my paranoia's run amok Time to take these kids to school like I'm Uncle Buck Forget a shuttle buss, I'll make your bubble bust Temper's short like the barrel on a blunderbuss The dark side of amusement park rides Use screws loose, soon the sparks fly And I'll be digging through the archives 'Til I find what lies beneath their bizarre lives [Hook] [Verse 3: D-Sisive] With noting but a pistol and j**els, intuition I tip-toe through a dark room and listen For sounds and movements, breaths and footsteps Door slams, window locks I'm shook, yes But keep my composure,a soldier I stay Gun raised in front of my face Is what I think before my eyes Or is it the fear that distorts my sight? A blurry silhouette of a thin build With a moon-shaped head, it's tip tilts I squint to observe other details The fear that I feel keeps me still This is no Gordon Shumway family sitcom But I am the feline sacrificial Try to pull the trigger but I'm frozen Wondering where the f** Tim and Choke's went? [Hook] [Outro] "This is deep. Your message is out there" "The truth is a virus" "Oh, god"