The Mad Conductor - Bayou Moon Stompin' lyrics

with styles like Ilona in the 80's and a revolution going on inside a farm town in haiti psychiatrists want to shrink my balls and tell me that im nuts cause my lps got self inflicted cuts i seen the witch doctor in his shanty town hut he wanted to open my head there but i said i wanted to keep it shut he approached me with a drill I zapped him with a proton pack and snatched his a** in a bear trap stuffed him into the unit yall emcees are cubic watching too much tv not focusing on the music only im laid back like a one pitch roof and if you're in my profession then you know its true cause i dont do Rush i dont eat jello i rest my head in the center of the pillow these rude boy beats speak dirctly to my soul and i hope that they got enough of them to plug up the hole one swat from my bear claw will definitely impair yall powdered emcees with the jelly in the middle I'm louder than you even if I turn it down a little i can take it to the lake but still can never solve the riddle I'm on top of the world even when I'm in the south pole and i'm ruder than you even when i chew with my mouth closed i know when i'm stompin through the bayou my feet they get so tired i gotta sit on down i can't sit down for too long now that tune of a honky tonk keeps pullin me right up outta my chair Here's a nickle worth the free advice be sure to drink your rich chocolate ovaltine or I'll devour every mic in your local scene and fold it up like the last page of MAD magazine it's a rare condition this day in age to read any good news on a newspaper page i call it mutually a**ured destruction conductin we wont accept cheque or its clover colored cousin cause everything is everything and everythings illusion think i'm bein watched, have you got a solution? before embarking on an introspective journey i work for five days and spend my weekends at berney's it's a corvette summer and i'm coolin on the corner with the streetlight shadows and the garbage can drummers as vampires lurk through the isles in the record store you second guess you dreams and wonder why your neck was sore now doc and marty got you hook line and sinker geodesic dome dweller and the hyperactive thinker