P.H. Fat - Dinosaur Blood lyrics

-Mike Ah the sun's so yellow here That's not what I was told The sand makes my throat dry My skin feels so old It's warm here but I'm cold The earth here feels electric I wish I could go home This oxygen's pathetic Spend all my time being cold in the sunshine f** psychedelic antidotes I'll be cold by myself and the shell round my brain might stretch thin I'll see colours in the sky for weeks when the creeps scream It's gon' be synthesized coming from inside a place where evil goes to die an' get rebuilt, I'm coming back a super-Mike howling at the moon for being grey, I'm howling at the moon, I'm howling at you. I'm talking 'bout dinosaur love and hugs and flowers and pictures on the wall and dogs and super powers Yellow sticky notes screaming: 'be ten thousand tercent' and spelling FFF, to make my friends laugh a ninja slug master ma** slowly gets a raise Drawing on the wall, by drawing on your face Can you taste what I mean? Can you taste? Can you taste? -Disco I'm talking 'bout dinosaur blood and thugs and liars and b**hes on the floor making love to my super powers Yellow sticky dope you screaming: 'You s**" hours on end, and spelling XXX to make my b**h scream While Paranormal Ox Man's trying to get paid I'm drawing on the wall by drawing on your face Can you taste what I mean? Can you taste? Can you taste? Super slick slip stream, Disco with a lazer beam, Teleport my pencil point, grips when your sh** squeezed, happy if you're happy with your desk job, super hero dinosaur freaking people, let's start getting evil Paranormal Ox with my power print socks, drawing pictures on the wall, while the universe rots. Alright, I got that super sh**, dripping from my fingertips, blacker than the hole that I live in when I get sick of sh** Now! I got my liquid love flowing with my thug lips, rapping to the beats of the ocean, now! b**hes.. I'm talking 'bout dinosaur blood and thugs and liars and b**hes on the floor making love to my super powers Yellow sticky dope you screaming: 'You s**" hours on end, and spelling XXX to make my b**h scream While Paranormal Ox Man's trying to get paid I'm drawing on the wall by drawing on your face Can you taste what I mean? Can you taste? Can you taste motherf**er?!