[Intro: El-P]
You and your whole fuckin canned groove will end tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid
I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake
Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season
Just give me one reason to splash
I shall let the flag half mast, take time to wallow
Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky
So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt
Plus this Agent get Orange
E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you
[Verse 1: El-P]
First cousin of sleep, red dye number five be the potion
Either sub-terrain with Earthworm Jim or fake like stop-motion
Best to get Acknickulous
Our masks aren't intangible, Automan vers' Manimal
We answer to no one, we 9-1-1
Silent alarm, this is harm, feel the duck alterer
El-P phase through these walls like Vision
Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision
Release the Kraken and please put down your skin flutes
How could ya... motherfuckers think ya...
To this versenary sunblock 2000 burner
All of your knowledge is truant
Unlearn all of the shit then in overtime you become fluent
Sell the fucking store
At the opposite end of the spectrum your career’s never no more
Enter the rectum and at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems
But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot
The terror fabulously gets hot, Co Flow mossie
Walt Disney meets Keyser Soze
There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter
Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata
When locked in a box but you can't say Jack
Trying to paint them fucking red doors black
Like that spilled milk spoiled
While Ted Turner and Bill Gates rub each other Down with olive oils
Company Flow, fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blu Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my designs
I don't try to be different, I am
So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then
El-P, vastly crapaphobic
3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise
You hold toast, well I hold Thomas, golden nooks and crannies
Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shopping spree winner
Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it
But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted
Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin'
My children, the professional has left the fuckin' buildin'
You and your whole fuckin canned groove will end tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid
I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake
Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season
Just give me one reason to splash
I shall let the flag half mast, take time to wallow
Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky
So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt
Plus this Agent get Orange
E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you
[Verse 1: El-P]
First cousin of sleep, red dye number five be the potion
Either sub-terrain with Earthworm Jim or fake like stop-motion
Best to get Acknickulous
Our masks aren't intangible, Automan vers' Manimal
We answer to no one, we 9-1-1
Silent alarm, this is harm, feel the duck alterer
El-P phase through these walls like Vision
Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision
Release the Kraken and please put down your skin flutes
How could ya... motherfuckers think ya...
To this versenary sunblock 2000 burner
All of your knowledge is truant
Unlearn all of the shit then in overtime you become fluent
Sell the fucking store
At the opposite end of the spectrum your career’s never no more
Enter the rectum and at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems
But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot
The terror fabulously gets hot, Co Flow mossie
Walt Disney meets Keyser Soze
There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter
Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata
When locked in a box but you can't say Jack
Trying to paint them fucking red doors black
Like that spilled milk spoiled
While Ted Turner and Bill Gates rub each other Down with olive oils
Company Flow, fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blu Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my designs
I don't try to be different, I am
So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then
El-P, vastly crapaphobic
3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise
You hold toast, well I hold Thomas, golden nooks and crannies
Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shopping spree winner
Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it
But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted
Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin'
My children, the professional has left the fuckin' buildin'
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