Watkin Tudor Jones Swiss
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 mind steal(?), the kids all love and adore Flesh slash a chest gash-head, smashes-me a splash-sling Slang from my inner like stone at the center Terminally ill, sick sick sick shit spit it like (cough)(spit) Check this out, Jesus Christ, What the f..ck is that? Molecules vibrating a hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second I'm standing still, explosion, frozen, emotions Stop for animated, smack you cunts back-to-front Dumb insects getting manipulated by mutants Like mute ants fluttering around my head Trying to catch my light, getting zapped by illuminous humans Papa, why you doing this?
Shut up, I'm just trying to fold this here Lift up your head sip from the skull The blood tastes like nectar I wield the mighty microphone sceptre 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, just 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 this strange now posing up from underneath Transluscent lucid poor little girls don't let it get to your flesh Why is Mc Totally Rad, so ridiculously fresh Neck spread, (??), (??) flex (??), swing, Waddy hack your little bro's body What is it? Looking at me, through your eyeballs Who are you?
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)
I don't look very nice, without my skin-on Electronic B-boy Moths flutter around head. Rock x-ray goggles Sucking on a bottle of rap very well Dropping those Fantastical Black fairy-tales Waddy is not real, uh-uh? Waddy is just a character in this scary dream busy having the Enigmatic magnifying glass like focused on unoriginal dilly-dallies Run around in a silly panic Little vandals i saw the end Don't know what awesome, 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, wipe that look off 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
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)
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