The Weathermen - Mersh lyrics

I put the pedal in smut, f**ed a tape deck, nut Got your play bu*ton stuck, my eyes WIDE shut Comin' out my face on stage, put lumps in your throat Like I hung you off the roof from six feet of rope I give away rhymes for you to battle me wit' While I do MCs like Yugoslav intelligence So deflect back to shook and a planet of beasts You open a barrel of worms - now the atmosphere reeks Of little kids with dreams of rhymes they wanna tell 'Til pedophile labels come molest them with sales Big shot producers, pelletgun MCs Stand by watching in the breeze... [Hook x2] This world's a commercial! I can't change the channel! Every day try and k** it, but there's no ammo! And television heads is feds that wanna hurt you I found a way out, but ain't nowhere to merc' to In flesh I stress the day-to-day vision Threw on a condom Now I'm sponsored by Trojan Walking Polo ad, rap fad MTV Grab every face of the nation Through optical examination Feedin ya bleedin ya through media brain leavin' ya Touch the magazine and it seep in ya So I train on Playstation in army apparel and Get lost in the TV world like Carol Ann Scan my finger for the credit Miscountin' dough? Forget it There's a pale white horse in town and everybody fed it Sky's black, my eyes crack, I think I'm 'sleep I cleanse my thoughts with courtships of leak' [Hook x2]