Shoelace - Mutie! lyrics

[Verse 1] Professor X says "Pay attention students,/ Everywhere I look, all I see is mutants/ Mami I thought you said that you were never like this/ Then everytime I see you out, girl you shapeshift/ Walking through the mall trying to spend dollars/ And then you appear on the wall, like a nightcrawler/ Oh no ma ma we can't kiss this time/ You're no Jean Grey but I heard your mouth has read some minds/ And your friends got some powers too/ One of em got the siren yell/ Ones a monster sippin 'ale/ Dang, and now ya barging in my office/ Skimpy little dress and your body's looking colosssus/ Mutie girl like you is crazy!"/ Works in a roadhouse, like Patrick Schwayze/ "No I can't let you drive this here's a rental/ Better not get pulled over by the sentinels!"/ Get a ticket then ya Remy gotta cough hard/ Like gambit, let me put this on my charge card/ Cops look like blobs/Oh Lard!/ Magneto cheetos'll leave ya face scarred/ Fake MC's, ya know ya can't manage Holding that mic like a subway samitch/ Look up at the count of three, fireworks to see/ He escapes in the racket. "Thats my girl Jubilee!"/ [Hook plays out] She's a ferocious lion/ Swear by her eyes, that she was from the island/ Popped open wide, looking like a gecko/ Staring at Matt Cee, while he was playing techno/ "Whats that on your mouth? Whatcha been eatin beignets?"/ Ain't seen a face that crusty since the fourth grade/ I better see if psylocke could make the bed-rock/ Called up Bobby Cy-clops is on the night-watch/ "Beast after that sh** happened you dare call?/ I left you with my lady and now she's coughing up hairballs."/ Professor X I make a second escape/ Read some minds and turn the grape seeds into grapes/ Have you thinking you're a fourth grade ballerina/ Asking for Shirley Temples and Sangrias at Tipitinas/ Mic damage, "Rogue get the sutures!/ Call up Cable! Homie take me to the future"/ "He's stuck in traffic, but he's on his way Plus the government said we can't use no powers today"/ Just a day in the life of a mutie/ Pirates in America, diggin up booty/ "Who dat in the SS?" "Dang! Its ya boy Avalanche,/ Paint body charcoal, seats like a creamy ranch/ "Lets roll homie. Take the high-road/ To Pyro's. I hear he's cooking MC gyros/ [Hook plays out]