Straight from the underground
Get the fuck out the way, he's a thunder sound
Hit a rock with a [?], hounds in the cages
Loud and abrasive, aw
[?] like the mesas, waiting on the power for the [?]
Lately we've been down in the basement, wasting fate
Got a scar like a raven

Call the cops, the Robocops
The doctors to call your [?]
(Like your color)
We own your block, emotion's hot
We spun 'em like it's macchiata
(Macchiata?)
Open him out, we sock him now
And ask him what he's talkin' 'bout
(What'chu talkin' 'bout?)
Coffin-bound, the loss is now
The bass got him talkin' now

She was good as me, she'd be good as me
The rage as she looks at me
The fate of a wicked bitch is painful and all you need
Got this shit in the bag, no colostomy
What could you offer me, honestly, I played soccer with Socrates
Not even Batman is robbin' me
My CAT scan thinks a lot of me, goddamnit, I'm so unique!
(What do you mean?)
Plays up when it's spacious
Only when it's down for the raging
Shit is louder than the spaceship
The [?] is aimless
Need another way just to say shit, ah
Missed tray six on the tapedeck
Missed tray six on the same shit
From Hades to this next shit
I will still remain thankless, ya

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