Cyanide and Silicone - Retro lyrics

[Verse 1: Bandit k**a] It's retro time, so let's get it right I can't write a rhyme, so f** feeling fine Wanna get retro? Raging bones in all these hoes Yeah I got a phone but I left it at home It comes in a bag, it drags like a nut sack Coke's in the back with hookers on crack My hair is greasy, they call me grease My girl is sleazy, she got coke sneeze [Verse 2: Sideshow The King] Duran Duran on my walkman Bumpin' that 80's beat with my inherent vice And no I'm never f**ing nice, for you I got some good advice You should take your telephone chord and wrap it around your neck twice Spilling my c**aine, falling out my track pants Back at my high school every dudes name is Lance Went to the prom and snorted blow The jam was Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money Snorted coke, and now I'm bout to start a fight [Verse 3: Bandit k**a] Palm trees galore, look there's a who*e I got gla** floors, rocking 84 My Ferrari is tight, it shines at night Tall hair height, so let's start a fight Peel on the wheel and there's a double k** Blood on the bumper and on the windshield I'm a big fighter, I watch Night Rider Neon's brighter, I rock my clothes tighter [Verse 4: Sideshow The King] Mind state f**ed up at the arcade Mind state slapped solid with this tall fade Token got jammed in the machine Total Carnage mixed with some Rampage Hit the boardwalk and these ladies looking mean I got a couple bottles in me, I'm a coke machine I look like sloth from the Goonies mixed with Elliot from E.T At the dinner eating, f**ing with these stranger things My life is so f**ed up, now my life is on the f**ing skids Sitting watching Nickelodeon with these f**ing Cosby kids [Hook] In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt down I'm retro as f**, bumping this sound This city is slept up, better to check up Sticking your neck up, you can't f**ing get up [Bridge] Yo, I'm a nice guy, sweat pants, hi-fi f** your high five, roll by and I'm high We them boys your b**h is banging through her ear buds At the function, in the sky like Duck Hunt [Verse 5: Bandit k**a] Zebra Stripes, and funky a** tights Party all night and stare at laser lights Wear aviators, and popping simulators Solar navigator, avoid alligators Like hair bands and all the glam Say I'm a fake fan, I don't give a damn 8 bit games, and p**n star fame Habit too tame, slick c**aine [Verse 6: Sideshow The King] b**h, I'm retro, raging bones in all hoes Nintendo flow, shoes broken fitted toes Adidas Trackies, I'm trap rapping at the track meet No rap sheet, high jump, I'm no athlete They say your boy is sick, that's okay, that's how I'm living Get it how I give it, this is 80's f**ing living Coke splattered mirror, Freddy Krueger mural on my wall Call me a f**ing b**h I'll page your b**h the memo of my balls [Hook] In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt down I'm retro as f**, bumping this sound This city is slept up, better to check up Sticking your neck up, you can't f**ing get up