Ridiculoid 歌词

歌曲	Ridiculoid
歌手	Cannibal Ox
专辑	The Cold Vein
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Arrington, Gardner, Meline
	(El-P)
	Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
	My life's not right (check one)
	My life's not right (check two)
	My life's not right (check three)
	Are you ready?
	(El-P) (you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?)
	(Vast Aire) (oh... whateva)
	(El-P) (its ok...)
	When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
	fallin in with flying debris
	and bad programs of landmines
	that remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
	I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
	I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
	and had the sonic volcanic cap
	that the butcher have attached to his dead mother
	now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
	images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
	electronic talents fold
	the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
	when the plug is corroded out
	and they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
	sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
	its bad health and industrial sadness
	never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
	this addiction is more random
	I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
	because I wasn't born handsome
	now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
	with beats that have to be registered
	as sex offenders represented to the public
	I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
	Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
	and if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
	just f*kin' eat each other til the next ice age* occurs
	or at the source awards scratchin our heads like "what happened??"
	if the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
	out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
	to attract curious intersection angels when in the city
	that's below any self-respecting actress in a german schiester film
	who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
	my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
	from heart scan to pulse readings
	this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
	the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
	Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
	I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
	but if I should exhaust God's patience on someone better take my place nigga
	tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
	and it's in my dreams I see their faces and...
	(Vordul)
	Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
	hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
	amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised
	on the block silly with a mint ?ellie?
	watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
	that's me trying to wop vetti
	with the longness and pot-bellied
	til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
	lost in a realm tryin to find cells
	strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
	got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
	morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
	to get that bilingual spittin ?charm? tryin to get it on
	and spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin math
	light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
	spit bats that stick to DAT's
	sip snapples and twist off caps when you f**kin with the sickest cats
	(Vast Aire)
	Yo
	My life's not right (check one)
	My life's not right (check two)
	My life's not right (check three)
	Are you ready???
	See I exist
	iron fist
	metal speech
	scientist
	came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less
	then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
	the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
	heard my verse, ain't nothin the same.
	I leave your mouth open when you're standin
	(the word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon
	cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
	believe it or not I'm walkin on air
	last of America's heroes here to close the circle
	I still remember the days of Coleco
	a daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
	hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
	and everybody wasn't an emcee
	you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
	you'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
	and most likely openin doors with the psyche
	if it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
	starving but hack or crush anything
	not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid

	zuo ci : Arrington, Gardner, Meline
	ElP
	Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
	My life' s not right check one
	My life' s not right check two
	My life' s not right check three
	Are you ready?
	ElP you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?
	Vast Aire oh... whateva
	ElP its ok...
	When I send a sickness ease down dark soldiers
	fallin in with flying debris
	and bad programs of landmines
	that remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
	I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
	I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
	and had the sonic volcanic cap
	that the butcher have attached to his dead mother
	now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
	images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
	electronic talents fold
	the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
	when the plug is corroded out
	and they say productivity is up this month but I' ve lost my passion
	sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
	its bad health and industrial sadness
	never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
	this addiction is more random
	I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
	because I wasn' t born handsome
	now that my life' s complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
	with beats that have to be registered
	as sex offenders represented to the public
	I' ll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
	Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
	and if consumers stopped existing we' d forget how to use words
	just f kin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
	or at the source awards scratchin our heads like " what happened??"
	if the kids would' ve disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
	out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
	to attract curious intersection angels when in the city
	that' s below any selfrespecting actress in a german schiester film
	who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
	my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
	from heart scan to pulse readings
	this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
	the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
	Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
	I' ll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
	but if I should exhaust God' s patience on someone better take my place nigga
	tell ' em it' s the love that got me this far
	and it' s in my dreams I see their faces and...
	Vordul
	Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
	hand sand off tools and I can' t stand on two
	amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised
	on the block silly with a mint nbsp? ellie?
	watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
	that' s me trying to wop vetti
	with the longness and potbellied
	til it' s nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
	lost in a realm tryin to find cells
	strapped like a marksman with raps that' ll off kids mad hi
	got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
	morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
	to get that bilingual spittin nbsp? charm? tryin to get it on
	and spit a thorn that' ll split a form in half studyin math
	light ' dro Eaton' s love mixed with ash
	spit bats that stick to DAT' s
	sip snapples and twist off caps when you f kin with the sickest cats
	Vast Aire
	Yo
	My life' s not right check one
	My life' s not right check two
	My life' s not right check three
	Are you ready???
	See I exist
	iron fist
	metal speech
	scientist
	came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less
	then a mature flame velocity' s my plane my thought is my train
	the galaxy' s the body sun is the heart and the black hole' s the brain
	heard my verse, ain' t nothin the same.
	I leave your mouth open when you' re standin
	the word' s the midget esophagus is the cannon
	cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
	believe it or not I' m walkin on air
	last of America' s heroes here to close the circle
	I still remember the days of Coleco
	a daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
	hip hop at it' s best when it lacked television
	and everybody wasn' t an emcee
	you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
	you' ll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
	and most likely openin doors with the psyche
	if it' s a Mikey, they' ll eat anything
	starving but hack or crush anything
	not stars from the songs we sing this shit' s ridiculoid

	zuò cí : Arrington, Gardner, Meline
	ElP
	Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
	My life' s not right check one
	My life' s not right check two
	My life' s not right check three
	Are you ready?
	ElP you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?
	Vast Aire oh... whateva
	ElP its ok...
	When I send a sickness ease down dark soldiers
	fallin in with flying debris
	and bad programs of landmines
	that remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
	I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
	I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
	and had the sonic volcanic cap
	that the butcher have attached to his dead mother
	now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
	images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
	electronic talents fold
	the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
	when the plug is corroded out
	and they say productivity is up this month but I' ve lost my passion
	sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
	its bad health and industrial sadness
	never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
	this addiction is more random
	I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
	because I wasn' t born handsome
	now that my life' s complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
	with beats that have to be registered
	as sex offenders represented to the public
	I' ll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
	Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
	and if consumers stopped existing we' d forget how to use words
	just f kin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
	or at the source awards scratchin our heads like " what happened??"
	if the kids would' ve disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
	out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
	to attract curious intersection angels when in the city
	that' s below any selfrespecting actress in a german schiester film
	who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
	my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
	from heart scan to pulse readings
	this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
	the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
	Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
	I' ll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
	but if I should exhaust God' s patience on someone better take my place nigga
	tell ' em it' s the love that got me this far
	and it' s in my dreams I see their faces and...
	Vordul
	Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
	hand sand off tools and I can' t stand on two
	amped off booze wheelie with my ancle bruised
	on the block silly with a mint nbsp? ellie?
	watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
	that' s me trying to wop vetti
	with the longness and potbellied
	til it' s nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
	lost in a realm tryin to find cells
	strapped like a marksman with raps that' ll off kids mad hi
	got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
	morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
	to get that bilingual spittin nbsp? charm? tryin to get it on
	and spit a thorn that' ll split a form in half studyin math
	light ' dro Eaton' s love mixed with ash
	spit bats that stick to DAT' s
	sip snapples and twist off caps when you f kin with the sickest cats
	Vast Aire
	Yo
	My life' s not right check one
	My life' s not right check two
	My life' s not right check three
	Are you ready???
	See I exist
	iron fist
	metal speech
	scientist
	came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less
	then a mature flame velocity' s my plane my thought is my train
	the galaxy' s the body sun is the heart and the black hole' s the brain
	heard my verse, ain' t nothin the same.
	I leave your mouth open when you' re standin
	the word' s the midget esophagus is the cannon
	cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
	believe it or not I' m walkin on air
	last of America' s heroes here to close the circle
	I still remember the days of Coleco
	a daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
	hip hop at it' s best when it lacked television
	and everybody wasn' t an emcee
	you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
	you' ll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
	and most likely openin doors with the psyche
	if it' s a Mikey, they' ll eat anything
	starving but hack or crush anything
	not stars from the songs we sing this shit' s ridiculoid

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