Off with their heads, don't awake from your sleep
Lovin' like a tennis player, it means nothing to me
Gritting my teeth, start shaking a baby
And begin wigging out like an African lady
God praises me, I operate like a phantom
Don't hold a crowd in suspense, we hold em for ransom
Rackin lines of Charlie, I'm the Man-son
I had 99 roofies, and your bitch ate one
Unidentified objectives, flying flat and high
Speak a colourful language, only see in black and white
Supply the Devils disguise, and reside in a tomb
We walk a tight rope like blow flies on a noose
Set fire to the roof, no power outage here
Synergy relies on us to have these bright ideas
Nightmares, bad dreams, Edward Dieter
You'd have to go through hell and middle Earth to learn what that means
Drunk on power, we're constantly livid
Heads aren't on back to front but we're obviously twisted
Children from a damned village were my childhood play mates
When I drop a line on my hook is jail bait
Our namesake, filthy, fucked in the head
I neck shots of bundy, and chase it with teds
Light up a Jeffery, Darma and Greg on the T.V
I mack dead hookers coz we're so not P.C
Shits never easy, cohlz
You might not botch a line but you'll choke when my hands are involved
Like Panzas we roll, armed to the teeth groove
Two hungry wolves approch the targets in sheep suits
B1 - B2 - sacking rats in a popped cap
No duo, it's a split personality, got that?
Yeah I do, and I'll see you next Tuesday
Goin bananas raiding Hunter Thompsons suitcase
Praying for doomsday, romance in a lewd way
Hammer like reflexes, pile driving your screw face
Rhymes giving me toothaches, spit flames like Lui Kang
And make the booth shake and level towers like 2 planes
Ive doesn't like chicks after their due date
I.S commune, bringing dusk to the new age
Munching on mooncakes, I travel alone
With a go-pro and dagger under my cloak
My humble abode a structure of bones
So dope when we smoke tracks you get contact stoned
In written combat though, notes slice like a surgeon
Mind state of David Birnie while he got caught for murders
Peeping through your curtains from the inside
I ain't cutting the phone, I'm disconnecting your life line
I'll punch the face of a blind guy, give myself a high five
And have him not seeing stars like Perth city's night life
My tie, Cicillian, rock an iron crown
Chelsea smile and wave to cover up my frown
Bodies under my house too, a corpse in my lounge room
Living with these dead birds has put me in a foul mood
I prowl through, lost in the dark
If there's something I can't hack I just lop it in half
If there's something I can't have I'm robbing it fast
My powers like blood on the scene, there's no stopping the charge
Bally Up, keep it discreet
If the mouth is the door to your soul then we're kicking in your teeth
No practice, yeah we master what we preach
Take away your breath, nah your ability to breath
Your lifes a scream, around my part of town
I built my haunted house on Indian burial grounds
They say buy the ticket and you take the ride
I'm too weird to live and I'm too rare to die
Such a solid album, cant believe I did not know about it.
Has some really good features on there and dug out some artists that I thought had gone off the map!
Maaaaad respect.
if there are future volumes they will get my money with out question.
Aslan you have a new fan Matthew Cooper
