Album Name : The Fantastic Kill
Release Date : 2005-08-01
Song Duration : 4:30
Watkin Tudor Jones Visitor
I speak in rhymes deep inside Sneak between the lines dead head's mom make an ill sign hot teeth shine with the freaks pumped up, enhanced fantastic kill mind hacker inner f..ckin despot ready the slot ready to shoot it up while the mainstream seenex team screams and seems stupider, getting progressively stupider pity the warrior media, tumorous on some hoover fill, kill if you not ill with a hole in your pocket like young dumb bum boom f..cks kak to nostril I do not kill 'em back with a bang like the real deal not a fashion flash in the pan on a spill through I stand still with my dick in my hand MC Totally Rad, I'm big in Japan
Electric koom boom 808 pressure pushing, pushing no kushehsheh how of the fun like come shake your bum smiling on the weekend sheepskin sticky street corners and the smoke infested I love to skip school from hopping fences
Visitor From the future Up here before you in human form We are Visitor From the future Up here before you in human form
The nazis didn't lose the war that's a lie no, no, they didn't lose they just swapped sides now there a lot more advanced ways my money to a lot more invisible just like me f u c to the k t h e u s a g o v e r n m e n t
battlefield minds of the people
head hurt, rock on dot com
2D, too many dumbfucks
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What's that distant rumbling? Guess who's coming through thunder rain Back on the scene Rocking his black comedy For you little underlings The fully possible mimic is a disposable gimmick Flipses, manipulative corneror lyric That gets all up in your shit Like a chorus when I speak I freak intense sentences Like you just don't mess about Nobody can hold me back When I'm all up in your face, like a (?) Come on girl Let me see you work that booty to the beat Like a salty crack We're here to motivate, there's no debate You're overweight MC sounds silly Trumpets hound Walls come tumbling down Cuz I (?) so skinny What you doing man, you've realeased a ghost You've got company It's a parasite Be the host Now you want me to stop But f..ck it, I love Open the carpet Open the carpet Upon from within, all over you like skins