Are you enjoying that?
Just shut the $#&@ up and sit and watch!


I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face
To give you motha$#&@as a taste
Of whatever I'm kickin'

Damn, the %#@! is finger-lickin'
Like the #~!!@ attached to the (*##$ I'm stickin'
Flickin'

The cunt-ilingous real tough
'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some motha$#&@in'
ear muffs

Lick it up
Because I gets to the point
Sit back, relax, and smoke a $#&@in' joint

Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper
More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing
vapors

Where the papers?
Because I wanna get high
Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky

I'm quite disgusted
When some gets apathetic
I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like

cryogenics
Anasthetic, carbon monoxide
A mind-meld

Pressure on your mind until your mind swells
It's something weird


Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul

Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound

Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)

Listen as I mingle

You start to tingle
You peep the jingle
I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single

Lyrics illuminate like some candles
Nastier than ashy $$# feet in some open toed sandles
Dimension X is the port to imagination

Desecration
Of the body, mind deprivation
In relation

To the son of man you can't avoid
'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink Floyd
Can you see me?

Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me
A hexogonic case
Skeleton face

On your TV
Turn the channel
And I'll just reappear

And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...
On the subject that I'm stressin', the %#@! is kinda deep like Atlantis
Motha$#&@as nowadays be actin' scandulous

But $#&@ em', and $#&@ you too if you down wit' em' I aim to split em'
And eat they $$# up with the deadly rhythm I'm bringin'
Pain to your ears loud and clear

So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird

Check the sound

Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down...
(Weird!!)


I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton
The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent
In fact, a lunatic is not always insane
Society bends the mind intends to give pain

Maintain long enough to live your life
Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid
Looking for my mind, I think I lost it
And $#&@ every last mutha$#&@a out there that wanna talk %#@!
I give a $#&@ not what you think

I'm down to blast your $$# everytime you blink
So think
Sucka
Motha$#&@a
You besta back up

Before I crack up
And nut-up
And $#&@ yo' $$# up
I rip the rhyme like it has to be
What's my mental capacity
You're askin' me

I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale
I'm walkin' a ghostly trail
Scratches from the fingernails
Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state
But wait, it gets better, just wait
Something weird....


Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down

Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know

(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky %#@! goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)


Yeah....