Watkin Tudor Jones Jr. - Swiss lyrics

Hook: My hands are dirty, I do it by myself Filthy dirty, all ten of me My hands are dirty I do it by myself With love (x2) M.C. Totally Rad, I'm rough and I'm raw The delicious monster your kids so love and adore Flesh slash a chest-gash head-smash a mess splashling Slang from my inner like a stone at the center (a sinner) Terminally ill, sick sick sick sh** spitter like (cough)(spit) Check this out, Jesus Christ, What the f** is that? Molecules vibrate at hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second I'm standing still, explosion, frozen, emotions Stop frame animated, smack you c*nts back-to-front Dumb insects getting manipulated by mutants Like new plans fluttering around my head Trying to catch my light, getting zapped by my luminous humanness Stop it, why are you doing this? Shut up, trying to fill the snare Lift up your head sip from the skull Blood tastes like nectar Wield the mighty microphonic scepter ‘cept that my skin is beautifully blue Come in the water it's lovely allow me to help you to see you This suffering is a product of your laziness Life is life, is hustle and bustle Now here take this sponge Now wash your skin off your muscles Wash your muscle off your bone That's it: Scrub scrub scrub scrub Goodness grief What's that strange light bursting up from underneath Translucent lucid poor little girls totally addicted to your flesh Why is Mc Totally Rad so ridiculously fresh? Next spirit, blessed it, rope my neck, less noisey k** Swing, Waddy hack your little bro's body What is it? Looking at me, through your eyeballs Who are you? Hook (x2) I look very nice, without my skin-on Electronic B-boy Moths flutter around head Rock x-ray goggles s**ing on a bottle of rap very well Dropping those Fantastical Black fairy-tales Waddy's not real, nuh-uh? Waddy is just a character in this scary dream your busy having The Enigmatic magnifying gla** like focus-er on her watching the Dilly-dallies Run around in a silly panic Little vandals outside the the ehh Don't know watch him stand still Life's ill Why cease to be stuck in mind? But the circuitry was hurting me So I unplugged now civilians Look at me like screensavers Hey, yo, why that look of your face? Like toilet paper, little semen sprayers wanna rock with the demonslayer Stick my finger in my nose, look what I got, thick black sticky Sticky bad crystallized snot Hook (x2)