[Intro]
The psychosis of being dope
I don't, I don't know
[Verse 1: El-P]
When I burn a party out, all hands is in the air
The sea of indelible squads that don't play fair (Sea air, sea air...)
Squirtin' nare on the heads of nimble, nymphomaniacs don't get the ticket
I'm the E-L-dash-Producto, sick of all these pimp ho Rottweilers
Don't even chase the cat through the woods, surprise!
It's the, indelible, fashion don't demise
E-L-dash-Producto, seein' through your eyes
Not a fish in the frier, dude
I'm like Colossus kid with a metal body armour
You try to stop this, bent for the last time
Situation is indelible, I can't even explain it
It's just masturbation, incredible
Bustin' off on several symptoms, sip delicious
Most MCs just act like bitches
See that indelible squadron Soundbombing
Futuristic, never ever simplistic
PMS, you bomb myself on the Santa, listen
Every single track is like, gifted
El-dash-Producto in the studio, lifted
Off the top of the dome, yo kid, roll that spliff shit
Yo, E-L-dash-Producto, slash and burn like crops, a slusher
Economic warfare don't fare right, am I
Feel the population control
And scary little midgets posin' for trophies, the mostly
Don't approach me, closely
E-L-dash-Producto is toasty
Bringin' out the pocket the rocket
It's not the same, when I bring 'em to the ring ling brothers
Born 'em a Bailey
Three ring circus to watch y'all worthless motherfuckers battle it out
And I'm on top like Funcrushin', microphone bum rushin'
Off the top of the dome and bad touchin'
The psychosis of being dope
I don't, I don't know
[Verse 1: El-P]
When I burn a party out, all hands is in the air
The sea of indelible squads that don't play fair (Sea air, sea air...)
Squirtin' nare on the heads of nimble, nymphomaniacs don't get the ticket
I'm the E-L-dash-Producto, sick of all these pimp ho Rottweilers
Don't even chase the cat through the woods, surprise!
It's the, indelible, fashion don't demise
E-L-dash-Producto, seein' through your eyes
Not a fish in the frier, dude
I'm like Colossus kid with a metal body armour
You try to stop this, bent for the last time
Situation is indelible, I can't even explain it
It's just masturbation, incredible
Bustin' off on several symptoms, sip delicious
Most MCs just act like bitches
See that indelible squadron Soundbombing
Futuristic, never ever simplistic
PMS, you bomb myself on the Santa, listen
Every single track is like, gifted
El-dash-Producto in the studio, lifted
Off the top of the dome, yo kid, roll that spliff shit
Yo, E-L-dash-Producto, slash and burn like crops, a slusher
Economic warfare don't fare right, am I
Feel the population control
And scary little midgets posin' for trophies, the mostly
Don't approach me, closely
E-L-dash-Producto is toasty
Bringin' out the pocket the rocket
It's not the same, when I bring 'em to the ring ling brothers
Born 'em a Bailey
Three ring circus to watch y'all worthless motherfuckers battle it out
And I'm on top like Funcrushin', microphone bum rushin'
Off the top of the dome and bad touchin'
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